Jan 12, 2010
Call in the reinforcements (cookies)!
Wilder chose to throw fits as I tried to get him into his carseat/high chair. This is a new development and has me perplexed. How to handle? Sing a song? Do a jig? Make googly eyes? Say "no" sternly even though it doesn't work?
I ran into friends (hi, girls!) at the library with a just a skim of makeup on. Why does this ruffle my feathers so? My acne days are over, mostly, and the worst thing is that I have bags under my eyes and blonde eyelashes...I thought perhaps these deemed me unrecognizable, but, apparently that's untrue. So, maybe it's not that bad.
I noticed the downtown library has really rad vintage furniture (especially if reupholstered), and really nice homeless people.
Wilder licked the McDonald's floor (I'd left an ice cube). Speaking of floors, I feel like my pelvic floor might collapse.
I accidentally spilled a glass of water on Wilder's head. He wasn't happy.
I feel like a really bad wife because the first thing I said to Shawn when he got home was: "I need you to cut the chicken (I can't handle raw meat very well) and I'm going to my room to have a time out. See ya."
...nothing a couple Oreos can't cure.