Ever have one of those days where you are so tired, you’re not sure if you are asleep and dreaming what’s going on, or actually awake? I am having one of those weeks.
- Seriously. I’m so tired that I have had serious doubts as to whether or not I am dreaming what’s happening. What is disconcerting is that it often happens when I am driving. I think, “Hm. Warm. Seated comfortably. Relaxed. WAIT A MINUTE IS THIS A DREAM?” The worst, though, is when you are taking your kid to swimming lessons and you have to check eleventybillion times to make sure you DID, in fact, PUT YOUR SWIMSUIT ON, underneath your cover-up as you walk out to the pool. Because that would SUCK, and not just for me.
- Aaaand everyone cover their ears… okay… OMGWTF WHO THE HELL FORECAST 5 FUCKING CM OF SNOW TONIGHT AND 5 TOMORROW? I WILL END YOU. WITH A TRAY. I SWEAR TO DOG. (See? This sort of weather nonsense CAN’T be real. I MUST be dreaming.) I HAVE SO FUCKING HAD IT WITH WINTER WOULD YOU GET WARM OUTSIDE ALREADY???
- I have been baking a bit recently, as you well know. And one of my simplest and most-often made recipes is vexing me. I cannot seem to get my cinnamon raisin scones right these past few weeks. Last week it was that I put some whole wheat flour in, as well as all-purpose and some oatmeal, so they were a bit… DENSE. Tasty, and healthy, but dense. But that was also because I was not really paying attention while I was making them so it could have gone WAAAY worse. Today, I left out the oatmeal, so that’s one good step in the right direction. But then things went a little pear-shaped. The egg I brushed on each REFUSED to get all golden. BASTARD EGG. And then the scones rose nicely, but still looked a little doughy in the middle. So I left them in a little longer. Still doughy. So now, I have slightly overdone-somewhat crispy on the outside scones. Don’t get me wrong, I WILL STILL EAT THEM HAPPILY, but… They are vexing me.
- I totally did not start any of my vegetables or flowers from seed this year. I meant to, I really did. But then I got to the part of the show where I had to figure out what window I could put our little greenhouse in to get nice and warm and sunny to grow little seedlings and the answer turned out to be: NONE OF THEM. We don’t have one window, really, that would work for this. At least, not now while we have a preschooler tornado whipping through the house on a daily basis. Add that to the fact that we are the proud owners of two of the stupidest cats in existence, who would doubtless chew on, dig up, maim, and otherwise destroy any poor little seedling that dared to sprout. And that’s optimistic, given that they would probably sit, roll around, pee or dig in any dirt we left unattended. So, we’re going to have to either grow from seed straight into the garden, or buy plants. But on the upside, it IS nice to be thinking about gardens again. Even if I dread the work.
- I have had the hardest time remembering when I have appointments recently. Even if I write them down, I will either forget where I wrote them, or write an appointment under one date on one calendar and another date on my computer. I actually had to call Stinkerbelle’s developmental worker, not even a day and a half after she had called to reschedule an appointment, to ask her “so sorry, was it the 11th or the 18th?” because I had written it down differently in two different places and could not remember the proper date. Is it too early for me to be doing the Alzheimers thing? I wonder. Anyway, this weekend I have a haircut and colour scheduled, which I am looking forward to like you wouldn’t believe. Which, you’ll be happy to know, I originally thought was scheduled for three Saturdays ago. Or possibly the first weekend in April. (Until BDH was there getting his hair cut and confirmed the date for me.)
- My daughter crashed a dance class at the Gym this morning while I was in the hallway talking to the owner. I looked over through a classroom window and there she stood, in her coat and winter boots, amidst the tap dancers, stomping away. HULLO DANCE CLASS I AM IN YOU NOW. It is agreed by all parties that perhaps it is time to enroll that child in a dance class. Properly.