It's Thursday night and I'm at the dinner table, sitting here while the kids slurp all the whipped cream off their strawberries and whipped cream dessert. And now Jack is telling me he's going to throw up ("in the sink, Mommy") and I'm feeling less than sympathetic since he's been telling me that all day and 1) it has yet to happen and 2) it usually occurs when he doesn't want to eat something I want him to eat. Like the strawberries from his strawberries and cream. THESE KIDS.
Anyway, I just wrote a big long post about Online Identity, Crisis Of and DEAR GOD, Internet. I can't believe you let me near this laptop. I saved it to draft. You are welcome. Well, if you're REALLY interested it came down to really hoping I'm as close to the Real Me online as I can be and also, thanks for the page views, sucka.
(That last part came from my editor at Parenting, who I think I want to marry.)
It's been kind of a long icky day, due mainly in part to waking at three thirty in the morning. I don't know. She was up, she wouldn't go back to sleep, we couldn't sleep WITH her and that was that. She did take a long nap, but Jack didn't, which means I didn't, and yes, my eyeballs feel like they might fall out of my skull at any moment. Phillip is out with school friends tonight and normally I encourage him to go out and have his fun (because honestly? I go out and have my fun ALL THE TIME) but dude, if a Capitol Hill pub and a giant stein of beer doesn't sound positively perfect at this moment. The jealousy is brewing.
Seriously, both kids ate ALL the whipped cream and NONE of the strawberries. SO ANNOYING.
Phillip is also going golfing this weekend which is only exciting for me in that the golfers and their wives are coming over for dinner afterwards and I get to have a dinner party! Outside (thank goodness it will be warm) since there's absolutely nowhere to have a dinner party INSIDE. I think a trip to World Market might be in order tomorrow. I hear they have outdoor furniture on sale for 75% off. Not that I can cart home outdoor furniture on a morning outing with the kids, not that I have ROOM for more outdoor furniture, BUT I CAN LOOK.
Of course, I don't know what to make. Ideas? The other night Phillip's parents grilled veggies and scallops and shrimp on skewers and it was delicious. Maybe I should do that. Except shrimp kind of freak me out. I mean, not cooked shrimp, especially when found in dim sum treats, but RAW shrimp and their little TAILS and what am I supposed to do with THOSE. (Yes, I am totally the person who shudders when cutting up raw chicken. SORRY.)
We're going on an actual DATE tomorrow (Friday) night and I hath decreed there will be a movie. Should we go see Inception or Toy Story? Or something else? VOTE!
And what is up with this house across from me, Internet? I swear, ninety-seven different people live there. We've been here several months now and I still can't figure out which adults go with which kids and which of those even LIVE in the house. Today I decided that two or three of the women I see over there must be nannies or babysitters or something. It's a big house, but not THAT big. Also, they are loud and never say hello. Harrumph.
Oh Internet, it's been a long day and I'm just going to say it: EMOTIONALLY TAXING. I think it's time for me to clean up the kitchen, turn on some Ni Hao Kai Lan and eat the strawberries. I hope you have a lovely weekend. In addition to watching movies in movie theaters and shuddering over raw shrimp, I will be sending a package to my newest little nephew, born tonight. And perhaps planning a visit to Colorado because MAN is it lame to have the most adorable nephews on earth, only to have their part of the earth exist super far away from yours.