Remember when I tried to write a weekly round-up of the junk I was doing when I wasn’t here writing? Well, as it turns out, I am primarily doing junk other than writing a lot (kids, right?!) and the round-up fell to the wayside. Instead of keeping a notepad with things that happen during the week that I feel the need to share with the public, it’s evolved into a smattering of thoughts. These are the thoughts I’ve had this evening.
Tonight, it’s just me and the kid, since Evan is running the soundboard for our praise team’s rehearsal. I love (most of) the time I get when it’s just Miles and me; except for random trips to Target that end with the kid under one arm and an abandoned 31 pound jug of cat litter. But for the majority, Me and Miles Time is awesomesauce.
Do you know what I really really like about M&M night? Once Miles hits the hay, it’s just M NIGHT, as in M-E (not Shymalanlahardtospell last name but decent director of movies that scare me guy). Choirs of angels sing while I make a list of things I’d like to do with the next glorious three hours…
- Finish last month’s entry in Miles’ baby book.
- Organize closet. Again. WHO DESTROYS THIS SPACE DURING THE DAY?! I’m looking at you, cats.
- Read many, many discussion boards regarding this week’s episode of The Walking Dead (omgomgomg)
- Get a few chores done.
- Write nonsense for this blog.
Seems like a short list, right? Well, here’s what ends up happening…
- Wash bottles and sippy cups until four layers of skin has fallen off my delicate hands.
- Cut fruit and vegetables for tomorrow.
- Clean up fruit and vegetable bits from today.
- Wash more things.
- Find more fruit and cheese and vegetables on the floor. Dog refuses to eat it. Clean it up myself.
- Pick up all the toys.
- Stand over Miles’ crib and watch him sleep several times. Cry once because he’s a sleeping angel. Giggle because he farted in his sleep. Laugh harder because giggling caused me to fart. Leave room before he wakes up. Realize I’m behaving like a sorority girl on spring break.
- Wash more things.
- Look at Miles’ baby book. Think of sweet and clever things to write. Remember the laundry.
- Open the refrigerator at 8:45p. Stare at its never changing contents. Close the refrigerator.
- Worry about all the things I wanted to do that I’M NOT DOING.
- Make the bed. I know, I’m weird.
- Pour a glass of wine. Eat fruit and cheese and maybe a brownie and probably some potato chips with onion dip. Eat more fruit to counteract chips. Eat half a cookie. Eat an apple slice. Pour more wine and hide the brownies.
- Start to write. Run out of clever, deep, thought provoking, humorous things to say. Start thinking random thoughts. Decide that would make an excellent post. Commence writing after second glass of wine.
- OMG MORE THINGS TO WASH.
- Think about taking a shower. Spoiler alert: My towel is still dry.
- Panic because I am getting NONE OF THE THINGS DONE. Except washing things.
- Give up and watch DVR’d episodes of Law & Order: SVU.
- Add a number 20 because my OCD will not allow the list to end at 19.
Three hours of me time. One hour spent panicking about what to do with me time. 110 minutes spent doing chores. 10 minutes spent drinking wine and eating random fridge food (like floor food, but on a higher shelf) and writing this nonsense.
I am making a better list for the M portion of next month’s M&M Night. Positive things that happened tonight: Miles took six consecutive steps (!!!) before realizing he was walking and collapsing on his butt. He picked up a banana and ate it by himself, without smashing any into his ears. And I got lots and lots and lots and lots of snuggles. Squee!
Come fold my laundry. Clever ideas may arrive later this week.
PS – Do you watch The Walking Dead? CAN YOU BELIEVE SUNDAY’S EPISODE? I have spent an unhealthy amount of time worried about the lack of mental healthcare in the zombie apocalypse. There are only two episodes left this season. My brain and heart might explode.