every walk is a sort of crusade
And a holiday. With no school. But still work for both parents. Which meant four hours in the pool with clients this morning for me, and a husband at the hospital until 8pm. And a toddler newly recovered from a really brutal 5-day stomach virus that apparently turned her into a Snow White humanoid with superhuman energy. Who will not nap.
Anyone else googling “wine spritzer recipes”?
Two minutes only if you’re a really slow pourer.
Serves two.
#homemaker
You’re welcome.
Every night he’s there. Watching.
I never take selfies (“WHY??” I hear your collective mental chorus screaming, as you take in the above shot). And no, before you ask, that picture has not been photoshopped. That is me in my natural state about 3 minutes ago. No makeup, no fancy filters. In my PJs. All. Natural. Even the eye bags. #blessed
But the thing is, because I never have my camera turned around, I always forget that on my phone the automatic built-in setting for selfies is called “Beauty face”. And it says it right there on the screen. Every time.
It’s the best.
ANYWAYYYY…the reason I took the selfie in the first place is because this morning three extraordinary things happened:
So the obvious direction my morning would take was to drink another cup of coffee — HOT coffee — BY MYSELF and do something “productive”.
I never drank coffee until I started getting up at 4:45am to coach swim practice before work. And even then half the time I’d drink tea. Because coffee stains your teeth and gives you bad breath and is addictive.
Today, if I could mainline coffee, I would.
But maybe it’s a good thing I can’t, because I have found that drinking a really good cup first thing in the morning is one of the best things IN THE WORLD. Right up there with a getting a surprise package in the mail or a good morning BM. It can change the course of your entire day. And this morning, my coffee was DELICIOUS. And I am riding that high.
That’s all. That’ my entire point. The message I felt compelled to shout from the rooftops. Good coffee is so good. Highly recommend getting some.
And if you were wondering…
That is the coffee I had this morning. Garibaldi Goods is where you can buy it and other delicious things.
Happy Friday.
A few days ago as a gesture of gratitude for holding down the fort, and because he loves me, Paul brought me a homemade red velvet cupcake with a big dollop of some sort of cream cheese frosting on top, from the resident lounge.
“Something special,” he said. “Just for you.”
As he walked up the stairs with it, my daughter saw it, took it from him and carried it over, holding it up to me yelling, “MAAAAAAAAHM! DADDY BROUGHT YOU A CUPCAKE!”
I bent down and took it from her.
“That is so nice of you to bring that to me! So helpful. Thank you.”
She looked up at me, expectantly.
“I want to stick my finger in it.”
I told her I’d cut it in half and we could share.
I got a plate, cut it in half, and we sat down at the table. She picked up one of the halves and shoved the entire thing into her mouth. I picked up one crumb that she had dropped and ate it, causing her to freeze mid-chew and look up at me with total suspicion. Then I reached to pick up the second half.
She grabbed the plate and pulled it into her chest, cheeks stuffed, red dye smeared across her face, glaring at me, poised for freakout.
I looked at her. “…we’re sharing. That half is mine. In fact, the whole thing is mine, I was sharing with you.”
Paul joined in: “That is Mom’s cupcake, she was nice to share it with you. It’s not yours. Give it back.”
Cue: freakout.
Wailing, sobbing, and with her mouth wide open and chewed food flying everywhere, she promptly dropped the other half of the cupcake on the ground. Frosting down.
The baby, who had been hanging out in the vicinity waiting for something exactly like this to happen, speed-crawled over, and puked on it.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there. I hope you all got something special. Just for you.
Rambulatory Ambulatory 