date night became date day cuz the whole fucking thing was fun. seriously. funness until bedtime, but even that, i was so high from the funnity that it was cool with me and she dropped off after about 25 minutes.
(funny story. this is night what, 5 of ferbering. so i was supposed to leave her to mew for 25 mins before going back to reassure her. which i did. when i opened the door, she gave one more anger yelp and then went, “HIIIIII!” and smiled when i picked her up. guess she doesn’t hate me for sleep training, after all.)
we started off with sleeping in. she was up a few times last night and so almost 10am rolled around before we dragged our asses out of bed. then, i discovered something amazing. if i put on a show for her to watch and give her breakfast in the high chair, she will be so entertained/eat so slowly that she won’t even notice that i’ve disappeared to do a load of dishes. (cuz i couldn’t do them last night, what with the waking up) she sat in that chair for 30 minutes with a bowl of holiday rice krispies and an orange, without a problem. woot.
then, we did some rocking out to outcast, justin timberlake and the killers*. then it was off to go shopping. the intention: running shoes for her and maybe fn and sam’s bday presents. we got mucho accomplished:
then we dropped off stuff and filled our shawarma-holes with shawarma goodness whilst hearing of britney spears. (sorry, even if i was still completely mental and knew it, i’d react the same way if a judge told me that my pothead ex that used and abused me (aka kfed) was to have sole custody and i wasn’t allowed to even see them anymore. i would never let them go. i’m sympathetic for the poor hoebag.)
then it was cuddles and we watched along came polly. cuz i picked, ok?
* and i had a really great example of how i am a crappy mom, what was it? oh yeah. i routinely put on the bloodhound gang’s song foxtrot uniform charlie kilo for her to dance to. cuz she will hardcore, like with TOOL and NIN and MM and who else? oh yeah OZZY! and i loves me some z dances.
