Off-schedule. Food. Keys. Roo.
Feb. 8th, 2005 11:35 amWithout the usual morning rushing out the door thing, I'm off my feed.
Off my schedule too. I forgot to put my pedometer and pager on. I couldn't get started this morning (although part of that was the clinging Roo using my pant leg for a snot rag).
Finally shuffled out the door with Roo to grab groceries for tonight, since Dena's coming and Mike may not be home and Kim may be coming or may not, and god knows who-all else might knock on the door, so I'm making Hidden Treasure Chicken and anise beef and frying up some Chinese kale and there will be rice, dammit.
Love me, love my mother's recipes, that's what I always say.
So we go to Northwestern Books & Cafe to get Roo a Veggie Tales video because he's been good, and because I'm sick of seeing the ones he has and he has no energy to do anything else and gets fussy easily. It takes me, no lie, 30 minutes to *buy a video* that it took us 30 seconds to walk in and find.
Then we go grocery shopping.
Then I realise I've lost my keys.
Then we spend 40 minutes hunting for my keys.
Not a good way to spend time with a sickety tired crabby Roo, wailing as he clutches at my shoulder, "I'm tiiiiiiiiired, I am Tiiiiiired! Izzit lunchtime? Izzit bedtime? I don't SEEEEEEEE dem. Less go hooooome!"
Right now he's stripped all his clothes off and is attempting to take a nap on the sofa. That's fine by me. Poor kid...
Off my schedule too. I forgot to put my pedometer and pager on. I couldn't get started this morning (although part of that was the clinging Roo using my pant leg for a snot rag).
Finally shuffled out the door with Roo to grab groceries for tonight, since Dena's coming and Mike may not be home and Kim may be coming or may not, and god knows who-all else might knock on the door, so I'm making Hidden Treasure Chicken and anise beef and frying up some Chinese kale and there will be rice, dammit.
Love me, love my mother's recipes, that's what I always say.
So we go to Northwestern Books & Cafe to get Roo a Veggie Tales video because he's been good, and because I'm sick of seeing the ones he has and he has no energy to do anything else and gets fussy easily. It takes me, no lie, 30 minutes to *buy a video* that it took us 30 seconds to walk in and find.
Then we go grocery shopping.
Then I realise I've lost my keys.
Then we spend 40 minutes hunting for my keys.
Not a good way to spend time with a sickety tired crabby Roo, wailing as he clutches at my shoulder, "I'm tiiiiiiiiired, I am Tiiiiiired! Izzit lunchtime? Izzit bedtime? I don't SEEEEEEEE dem. Less go hooooome!"
Right now he's stripped all his clothes off and is attempting to take a nap on the sofa. That's fine by me. Poor kid...