I flew home from Tampa on a windy February day, and landed right into a whole mess of work that’s still sort of running my life. To top it off, Saturday was our lovely town’s 24th annual chili cookoff/cancer fundraiser. Our law firm sponsors a booth, and I was in charge of clean-up. I spent the morning working, took a break in the afternoon to haul disgusting chili-grease coated pots and utensils into the back of my Pilot in a biting cold wind, then came home, washed them, and worked some more. Because I’d been deprived of my darlings’ company during the past week, I was also trying to pay them some attention – so I was typing with two kids in my lap. Today we went to church, and while they napped I worked some more. UGH WITH ALL THE WORKING. I hope to kill myself this week catching up a bit, so that next weekend I can take OFF. And by off, I mean off of lawyerin’ so’s I can help the husband do our taxes, finish painting the chairs that I started painting in January (just one coat of gloss to go!), and go shopping for a metal bed frame and some uber cheap, crummy old bedside tables. We have zero furniture in our master and it’s going to stay that way for a while, but if I can find some craiglist style bedside tables and get the upturned crate and the dining room chair out of that room, I’ll feel a little less like a grad student.
Meanwhile, I’ve stopped working today (at 3:00 pm – woo), and now I have to sort out our meals for the week. We’ve depleted our freezer meals, so it’s time to get it going again. I’m thinking a carrot and parsnip pot pie, a rice and veggie stuffed pepper (I’ll probably throw some bacon in there), a seafood lasagna, and cheese ravioli with chunks of zucchini thrown in. (I’ve never made a seafood lasagna, but I’m going to make it up because it sounds like a great idea, no?)
Before I close this boring update, I’ll throw in a cute kid story. While you read it, you should listen to this song. The other day, Jack asked me if I’d ever seen werewolves.
Me: No, Jack, werewolves are pretend.
Jack: Well, Nana said that you went to London, and werewolves live in London, so you must have seen some werewolves.
Me: Well, I have been in London, but there weren’t any werewolves there, hon.
Liam: I don’t wanna go to London. I wanna stay in Alabama, because there’s no werewolves there. They’re all in London!
Jack: Yeah. London is too scary. Let’s not go there.
*repeat along this theme for about an hour
Jack’s right, actually. I saw a werewolf, drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic’s. You should have seen his hair, it was perfect.