random thoughts.
Aug. 17th, 2011 10:04 pmMaybe I just have a snarky, dirty mind, but if I were looking for childcare, I would not hire the people who post on craigslist with the title "ChildCare with a Speical Touch." Spelling issues aside, I do not want you touching my child in a special way.
No, I'm not looking for childcare--nothing new going on there. I was just browsing Craigslist because I am envious of![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
helloheather's play kitchen. Craigslist in my area is pretty boring, to me, although to be fair, it's better now than it used to be, so I rarely check it out. Strangely, there were no similarly awesome kitchens in my area. Shucks!
I have a thousand things to do and yet I'm sitting on my rump. This does not strike me as a good plan. My house is a disaster and I'm supposed to be getting ready for a yard sale, and also, I am starving. What I really want to do is eat some of the dinner I made last night, but there was none left--it was so good that I am ashamed to admit that I strongly considered boxing up M's portion (I ate before he got home) and saving it for my lunch today. I'd make more but I lack almost all of the ingredients. (Dice a few potatoes, a zucchini, half an onion and half a pound of Italian sausage. Salt and pepper and fry until potatoes are done. Sprinkle with a little sharp cheddar-Delicious.)
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And, hours later, I return. The majority of what I need to have done for tomorrow is done, but mostly that has been taken care of by virtue of not doing it. You know... you look at your to-do list and you realize that your standards at the beginning of the day were higher than your standards at the end of the day. I don't really need to put away all the clean laundry before I go to bed, do I? No, of course not!
Most of my friends seem to have little boys so let me tell you a little something about little girls--they have drama. I believe myself to have an unusuall good child, for the most part, but she's got drama oozing out of her pores. The one behavior that we are hardest on her about--because otherwise life would be unbearable--is that you don't cry to get your way. Sometimes I feel mean about this but we stick to this rule of--if she wants something that we've initially said no about and we would otherwise want to change our mind about it if she asks nicely, if the tears start, then we do not. She has a hard time remembering this in the heat of the moment, but she does understand it. Anyway, we have recently progressed to the point where she pointed out a character on TV the other day that should not be crying to get her way. (It was DW,e1len, doesn't that just figure?) Today, though, she really made her point. I was playfully trying to talk her into doing something with me that she didn't really want to do, so I stuck my lip out in a tremendous pout and hung my head low and made big eyes at her. As a parenting technique, okay, it leaves a lot to be desired, but we were just kidding around. She lookd at me a minute and then said, "uh uh! If you cry, you don't get your way!!" *lol* I said, "right on, sister!" and gave her a high five. She was inordinately pleased at my response, and immediately got up to do what I had been requesting her to do to begin with. So, wow. She DOES listen to us sometimes! Amazing!
I've got stuff on eBay and I am in that critical last hour for a couple of them. I can't stop refreshing the page to see what the final bid is. The nice thing about selling things on eBay is that my husband works within walking distance of a post office. So, whatever I box up, he will take to the post office for me on his lunch break. At least, he hasn't told me to stop giving him stuff so I am just going to have to assume it's okay with him. That is exactly the kind of errand I always get stuck with. M has worked at this company for five years and they do not offer payment via direct deposit, which I feel is somewhat like stepping back into the dark ages, AND they pay weekly. Weekly! So for the past five years, one of my tasks has been to take a check to the bank. EVERY WEEK. I mean, I like money in the bank as much as anyone, and more than some (apparently) but that is a lot of trips to the bank, you know? So, I feel extra pleasure at pawning off the postage needs to him. ;) So, speaking of that particular benefit, it's time to go put a box together for him to mail tomorrow and then find myself a popsicle and read a while before bed. Because, productivity is for losers.
No, I'm not looking for childcare--nothing new going on there. I was just browsing Craigslist because I am envious of
helloheather's play kitchen. Craigslist in my area is pretty boring, to me, although to be fair, it's better now than it used to be, so I rarely check it out. Strangely, there were no similarly awesome kitchens in my area. Shucks!I have a thousand things to do and yet I'm sitting on my rump. This does not strike me as a good plan. My house is a disaster and I'm supposed to be getting ready for a yard sale, and also, I am starving. What I really want to do is eat some of the dinner I made last night, but there was none left--it was so good that I am ashamed to admit that I strongly considered boxing up M's portion (I ate before he got home) and saving it for my lunch today. I'd make more but I lack almost all of the ingredients. (Dice a few potatoes, a zucchini, half an onion and half a pound of Italian sausage. Salt and pepper and fry until potatoes are done. Sprinkle with a little sharp cheddar-Delicious.)
---
And, hours later, I return. The majority of what I need to have done for tomorrow is done, but mostly that has been taken care of by virtue of not doing it. You know... you look at your to-do list and you realize that your standards at the beginning of the day were higher than your standards at the end of the day. I don't really need to put away all the clean laundry before I go to bed, do I? No, of course not!
Most of my friends seem to have little boys so let me tell you a little something about little girls--they have drama. I believe myself to have an unusuall good child, for the most part, but she's got drama oozing out of her pores. The one behavior that we are hardest on her about--because otherwise life would be unbearable--is that you don't cry to get your way. Sometimes I feel mean about this but we stick to this rule of--if she wants something that we've initially said no about and we would otherwise want to change our mind about it if she asks nicely, if the tears start, then we do not. She has a hard time remembering this in the heat of the moment, but she does understand it. Anyway, we have recently progressed to the point where she pointed out a character on TV the other day that should not be crying to get her way. (It was DW,
e1len, doesn't that just figure?) Today, though, she really made her point. I was playfully trying to talk her into doing something with me that she didn't really want to do, so I stuck my lip out in a tremendous pout and hung my head low and made big eyes at her. As a parenting technique, okay, it leaves a lot to be desired, but we were just kidding around. She lookd at me a minute and then said, "uh uh! If you cry, you don't get your way!!" *lol* I said, "right on, sister!" and gave her a high five. She was inordinately pleased at my response, and immediately got up to do what I had been requesting her to do to begin with. So, wow. She DOES listen to us sometimes! Amazing!I've got stuff on eBay and I am in that critical last hour for a couple of them. I can't stop refreshing the page to see what the final bid is. The nice thing about selling things on eBay is that my husband works within walking distance of a post office. So, whatever I box up, he will take to the post office for me on his lunch break. At least, he hasn't told me to stop giving him stuff so I am just going to have to assume it's okay with him. That is exactly the kind of errand I always get stuck with. M has worked at this company for five years and they do not offer payment via direct deposit, which I feel is somewhat like stepping back into the dark ages, AND they pay weekly. Weekly! So for the past five years, one of my tasks has been to take a check to the bank. EVERY WEEK. I mean, I like money in the bank as much as anyone, and more than some (apparently) but that is a lot of trips to the bank, you know? So, I feel extra pleasure at pawning off the postage needs to him. ;) So, speaking of that particular benefit, it's time to go put a box together for him to mail tomorrow and then find myself a popsicle and read a while before bed. Because, productivity is for losers.
