Where did my weekend go?

The kitchen is clean, at the very least. Was that all I did all weekend?

I did half the laundry. The other half is waiting to be washed. And the half I did do isn’t completely put away yet. Bad Mommy.

No ironing, but I managed to get away with it since I did lots the last time, and it’s still holding out.

Did the grocery shopping – Costco and Albertsons. Am now set with milk, bananas, chicken nuggets, South Beach frozen meals, and Snoopy fruit snacks.

I totally spaced on the thank you notes – I’ve written a few, but I’ve got to get them finished!!! I hate putting this off!

However, the Christmas card samples are done. Now I must plan for camps, invite people, and order even more paper.

No luck finding an outfit yet. Am looking for a really good pair of jeans, too, but I’m also hoping that these sit-ups will slim down my gave-birth-to-two-children abdomen. A question to all you out there: how much have you ever spent on one pair of jeans?

Also found out that the reunion picnic (kids included in this event) being held the day after the party is being held at the park just down the street from my house. Very cool, very convienent! But what does that say about how “far” I’ve gone?

And a quick story…

Tad has a runny nose cold, and it’s just dripping like a faucet (thankfully, running clear). I’m afraid that the Munchkin may be coming down with it, too, because she keeps wanting to blow her nose. Anyway, I took the Munchkin with me to Walgreens on Saturday night while the Webmaster stayed home to give Tad a bath. He used the menthol vapor bubble bath to help clear him up.

As I was carefully considering an array of cold medications, the Munchkin piped up with, “Mommy, I listening to my body.”

“Really? What is your body saying?” I asked distractedly.

“I need to go poo-poo.”

She had my full attention at that instant, let me tell you. I had no idea where the bathrooms were in this store. I quickly found the one clerk available, who kindly pointed me to the bathroom. “Hang on, honey, just hold it until we get there,” I begged the Munchkin. Because she had used the potty before we left, I hadn’t brought the diaper bag along, so I was totally unprepared for a clean-up job.

The Munchkin was a total champ. We made it to the bathroom and I got her on that potty so fast that I think she was dizzy. She pooped, I wiped, she got to flush it and we washed up. I was so proud of her that I told her that she could pick out a special treat for herself.

We ended up getting a Pocky-like treat – the sticks don’t have anything on them, because you get to dip it into whatever flavor of cream you get (in the Munchkin’s case, strawberry) and lick off and eat this sugary paste until your teeth rot. Don’t tell my dentist.

The Munchkin was thrilled with her “special treat.” She placed it on the checkout counter and proudly told the clerk, “I listened to my body and I went poop in the potty, so now I get a special treat!”

I was mortified. The clerk tried not to laugh, but the customer behind me in line got a good giggle out of it.

Oh, the fun we have.

Tad’s taking Children’s Benadryl for his runny nose, but only at night. I think it’s helping. In the meantime, I’m crossing my fingers and hoping the Munchkin doesn’t really come down with this.

This entry was posted on Monday, October 9th, 2006 at 12:10 am and is filed under Children, Mommyhood, Shopping Stories.
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