School went SO well with minimal tears from Mama that I counted the morning a victory. I celebrated with a number of silent hours of Opie time on the couch. It was bliss. The boys were all grins and excitement when I picked them up. Apparently they counted the morning a success as well. Sadly, neither boy could tell me what they had done their first day of school and Eli could only tell me the name of one of his classmates...Evan could remember none. They are well on their way to making loads of friends, I am sure. ha.
With the morning such a resounding success I decided to tackle Costco and I invited hubby along for the ride. Sigh. I understand that Costco can wear on even those with iron nerves, but perhaps I must change my God given gender to understand that it can translate to an utter meltdown in the line and parking lot.
I recently fell in love. With a tv show. Mmmmhmmmm. Okay, perhaps love is a strong word. I had a happy, frivolous fling with "The Glades" on A&E. I looked forward to our stolen moments together. The main character was clearly after my ever-snarky heart. The season finale left me shocked and eager for the next season. Not even a day later the wonderful news came out that my fling was to be cut down in its prime. The Glades was canceled. I will never know who shot my sarcastic soul mate. Oh, the pain!
I begrudgingly decided to find another show to fill the void, to soothe my aching heart. I saw a preview for Chicago Fire. Hmmm. One hottie. Two hotties, 3 hotties, OH MY! And Steve from Sex and the City? I love his cute raspy voice. I settled in after the torturous bedtime "routine" to see if I could form a relationship with Chicago Fire. (Yes, I clearly could do something more productive with my time, but I am even more clearly not that kind of person. . . )
Somehow, during my first date with this new amour, I ate my weight in ice cream. Ate. My. Weight. Awesome, self affirming, healthy coping skill. I ate that ice cream like its consumption could solve the situation in Syria. What did it solve? The end of my fling with The Glades? The fact that my kids are growing faster than my mind can process? The fact that Costco can pack such a punch? Any hope of squeezing into my pre-baby jeans, for sure.
I went to bed somewhat satisfied with this new show. It is not love, but it has many many episodes so I am contented to settle in for a friend-like relationship. It is pretty and a safe bet that will not leave me wanting if it gets canceled. A&E, you are still on my list.
Epic ice cream fail. I need to stop buying the blasted stuff. My husband believes he can find a flavor of ice cream that will dissuade me from finishing it off in one sitting. He has also failed his quest thus far.
Fret not. I plucked my face and shaved my legs this morning. (Yes, thank you 3 pregnancies, I get to pluck my face. ...) Things are looking up. Never underestimate the power of a razor. Good day.