I actually accomplished some stuff today. The biggest thing I think was that I cooked for the kids tonight. No pizza or burgers tonight. Did they eat any better for me? No, so I wonder why I even bothered, but anyway I cooked for them..
I’ve now hit that two week point, you know that point where I said I’d get my act together by? I steam cleaned my carpets. There is nothing nastier than that vile water that comes out of the steam cleaner dirty water holding thing. Nastee! Mind you, we are a “no shoes” kind of house and have no pets that go outside and bring mud in, so what hell is that crap coming out of my carpet? (honestly, would I really want to know?) I managed to remove several “mystery spots” so I’m happy with it for now. I wonder what they said when they ordered this carpet…”We’d like this crappy quality carpet in the color butt?” Makes me wonder…
Then, I was on to my fridge…both of them. The main fridge was emptied of my adventures in botulism and sanitized. I had a bag of spinach in the crisper and was paranoid about what ikky stuff might be lurking, but in all actuality, it was the other stuff I was afraid of……
Welcome to the “Botulism Cafe”!! On the menu today:
Two week old tuna sandwich filling surprise
Must be mixed vegetables, might be jello
Applesauce gone blech
May have been Meatloaf
Yep, found some tasty treats in there. I thought about taking pictures.
The “back fridge” that $15 pull down handle garage sale wonder a.k.a “beer fridge” is open and thawing in tribute to my children. The brats don’t ever remember to close it all the way after getting out Dora Yogurt, so there is 15 feet thick ice all over the interior. Freeze, thaw, freeze, thaw…repeat. It’s now totally empty and everything is now stuffed into the now clean and less likely to kill you kitchen fridge.
It was another crappy rainy day, the kind that makes you want to snooze. While sitting on the couch with my offspring after school watching Spongebobstupidpants, I found myself slowly drifting off. #3 was nice enough to share her penguin blanket that she brought home to wash from school. She covered up my legs and told mommy to take a nap. Nice huh? One would think so……
I drifted off for maybe 3 seconds, could have been 4, when my darlings decided that it was time to fight. Tired mommy says “knock it off” they say ok and I drift off again, sweet children sitting and watching spongebobdumbpants. 3 seconds later they do it again. To make a long story short, this happened a few more times and “IT” happened…..
My head split open and the demons came out.
All mommy wanted was a little snooze before having to head to the commissary and come home to make dinner, after all the big brother was home and could supervise them and they were occupied with stupidity on the tv… IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE TO GET A 15 MIN. NAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nope, not today.
The demons were calmed when I went to that place that is the only place to buy groceries within a 20 mile distance. The commiscary.
There it was. My favorite popcorn. 90 cents a box. (or was it 80, I think it was 80..anyway) In front of said popcorn, coupons! *insert angelic singing choir here*. Buy two boxes, save 50 cents. To me, that was the deal of a century. I bought 4 boxes. Where the hell are those damn coupons when it’s $1.80 a box, hmmmm? Like I said, demons calmed.
I’m having friends over to stamp tomorrow. Yes, yes it’s a “workshop” but nevertheless they are my friends and they are coming to stamp. We need to do this weekly for fun anyway…..I’d be forced to clean my house. It’s been slowly creeping into the Z zone lately…. Anyway, I’m cooking. I’ve got a hankering for some beer bread. Found out, I had no beer. Absent hubby=no beer. I went to the shoppette and did something that would make everyone proud, or embarrassed as hell to be with me haha. I picked up a 6 pack of beer, took it to the counter and said matter of factly “is this the cheapest beer you have?” It was, I bought it. We now have beer for beer bread.
Susan buys cheap beer after buying the deal of the century to calm the demons bursting out of her head.
That will teach him for telling me to “be good”
