I was too depressed to enjoy my Mother's Day hike and I had a late-afternoon total emotional freak-out. Then, I found a tick on my back.
I didn't have the greatest Mother's Day. Can I have a do over?
In the do over I want to sleep in, drink coffee and eat breakfast on the back deck, go for a bike ride and have an early dinner. Pizza. Yeah, pizza sounds great.
I tried Fog Mountain Cafe at lunch today. Man, I love working downtown. Maybe I love the being downtown more than the working part, but don't we all.
Anyway, this place was getting good reviews on Yelp, with reviewers practically CONVULSING over it. I ate there today and I had this gooey grilled cheese sandwich, served with a tangy balsamic dipping sauce. Yum.
I also managed to use my lunch break to return my library books...BEFORE THEY WERE DUE. I know, I know. Hold your applause. I was just so thrilled to actually finish them, that returning them on time was like getting to the bottom of an ice cream cone only to find a diamond ring.
It's the little things.
Mornings in our house can be haarrrd and haarrsh. Just getting Ira to eat breakfast can produce monumental trantrums. If I happen to make waffles when he wanted french toast, he'll cry and whine about it for 10 minutes. I am not joking. Stop by sometime at 6:30 a.m. and you'll see. If I can even get clean clothes on him, it's a miracle (take that ICP!). Mornings with a 3 year old firecracker is not easy, but sometimes really cool things happen. These are some of them:
1. Sleepy, clingy, monkey-hugs.
2. Breakfast cuddles. He eats while sitting on my lap. It's sweet, quiet time.
3. Impromptu dance parties. This morning he requested and lip-synched along to "Green Light" by the Equals. Then we danced to "Green Onions" by Booker T. and the MGs.
Oh, kid. You're cooler than you even know.
Leggings watch: I am NOT wearing leggins today.
Lately I try to remember that 9 out of 10 dead people don't give a shit about their survived ones moping around. The 10th one, well, they were never happy anyway.
