Today I’m feeling meh about carrying on this way for the foreseeable future. It’s feeling normal. And that’s weird.
1. I need some freaking person. Any freaking person to tell me WHY the 8 year old thinks it’s ok to come into the bathroom- where her mother is taking a bath- when on a Zoom call. I am *mostly* sure the camera was facing all her baby chins and not down into the tub, but still- can we NOT? Wouldn’t you think a 9 year old would know better? Does SpongeBob or Blippi or The Zombies cast have a YouTube video “If you’re on Zoom and you know it, don’t show your mom’s boobs?” Is that a thing? It should be a thing.
2. It took me a few days to figure out where I wanted additional ear piercings, but I finally nailed it down. I’m going full Sandy in Grease and piercing my own ears in my pajamas tomorrow. What could possibly go wrong? Not to worry! Bread molds quickly here for some reason, so I have plenty of primitive penicillin at my disposal should I need it. Really though, is piercing myself at home with a piercing gun all that different than getting pierced at Claire’s or Icing with a piercing gun by employees that likely have Auntie Anne’s pretzel debris caked under their fingernails? Please don’t misunderstand, I’m not insinuating they’re not clean people. I’m insinuating that Auntie Anne’s pretzels are irresistible and along with Orange Julius should be considered a controlled substance. Anyone that works next door to one is not physically capable of controlling their urges. Science will back me up on this.
3. I’m out on the porch typing even though it’s cold and windy (it was beautiful and sunny earlier) because I’m avoiding cooking for my family. I just can’t wait to waste my time and dirty 384 dishes so that nobody will eat my veggie lo-mein and shall feast later on Easter candy. Honestly, I just feel like we really need to eat some dadgum veggies so I have to cook some. Even if they don’t eat it, I get to feel good about myself that I tried. What a conscience power play.
4. I spent HOURS cleaning up the same messes that I cleaned up just 3 days ago. This is fun. The one redeeming fact about cleaning is that I can listen to NSFK podcasts and my kids don’t bother me unless someone is bleeding or to ask for the iTunes password. Ya know, important stuff. It’s not an all bad arrangement. I have loved having the babies (yes, they’re 10, 8, 6, and 4) home with me but the feeding and the cleaning and the laundry and the feeding again and oh, yes, the other feedings without the fun of summer break activities is kinda a buttmunch. I give the kids the work first, play later speech every day but also- maybe sometimes we don’t work at all because if we do work we don’t ever get to play. Perhaps that’s a better lesson for them when they’re older.