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:
z got these shoes, but for some freak reason, the size 6 is the exact same size as her current size 4s. so they must go back. but s’ok cuz i think we’ll get
these rad fuckers, instead.
she got this shirt, too. which i am in heart with. i think i even bought a 18-24 month size, which means i can put it in the too big box and forget about it and then in about five months rediscover it and fall in love all over again!
i bought jeans and a teeshirt from AE Outfitters, too. for me. that fit. mostly. i’ll grow into them. they’re a zero, so. picture hair cascading in waves, boots, a chunky fisherman’s cardi and liquid linered eyelids surrounded in a sheer halo of
this. think hippy meets punk. think 1000 times more attractive than the above.
after we bought fn’s present and figured out where to go for sam’s and confered via celltocell with fh about it, we went to the paint store for advice and samples.
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.
this evening, i decided we’d have some good old rotini and meatballs for dinner. i broke the 1 hour tv rule for today to be able to make it, but oh well, it was for a good cause. food.
so the pasta’s almost done and i grab a can of sauce out of the cupboard and open it. but wait…that’s not pasta sauce, it’s stewed tomatoes. shit.
ok, well, we’ll just add them to the pasta sauce that is right…at the grocery store, apparently. hmmm. creative time.
add in half an avocado, maybe? yup. and hey, here’s some old (but not expired, i checked) pizza sauce, i can use that. wait, nope. can’t get the jar open. that can’t be a good sign. k. onto plan, what, e?
add in a quarter of a jar of hot salsa? yup. sounds good enough. toss it all together with our chicken meatballs and presto! a clean the fridge out dinner.
seriously? best pasta i’ve ever made. better than spaghetti and honey garlic meatballs. better than jambalaya. and i was seriously concerned that z would veto. but nope. ate more of it than any other pasta, ever – even after half a banana and a cup of milk. she put that shit back!
and in the spirit of reinvention, i’m doing fun things with z. like pudding painting and tonight, putting her hair into a -almost half of it – ponytail. (holy shit, how much does her hair colour look like mine in that pic, eh?)
this was after i started building her puzzle and she wrecked it. it became a game to wreck it. do you know how wrong that is, to someone like me? but ultimately, it was fun cuz it was new, you know? i’m learning to let go.
yeah.
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.
