the pieces of my life

• Words I never thought I’d hear Adam utter: “I don’t like the Wiggles. Well, at least, some of them.”
  
• After reading how toxic raw turkey is, on Wednesday night after brining the turkey, I bleached everything. I used bleach on the sink, the floor, the back wall, the counter, the side of the fridge, the front of the dishwasher. In the process, I also bleached the shirt I was wearing. Simply didn’t think about it and got giant pale blotches across the front of my shirt. Which wouldn’t be so bad… if I didn’t do the exact same thing the next afternoon. Well, not exactly the same. The second time around I also bleached my pants.
  
• My holiday shopping is absolutely complete and except for two items that have yet to arrive, everything is wrapped. The holiday cards have been made (every year I make my own and every year I think, “Why the hell am I doing this?”) but not yet written and mailed–although they will be soon!
  
• There was a specific toy I wanted for Doodles (and I’m not saying what it is because I’m also getting one for another friend’s son; I don’t think that friend reads my blog, but just in case…). I really wanted it for him even though he won’t know or care one iota if he doesn’t get it. The whole thing was really irrational. I ordered it from Amazon, but they went out of stock on it (not that I got an e-mail about it or anything–it may not be available till February and it took me wondering where it was to investigate my account. I’m still an Amazon fan–they brainwashed it into us–but come on, guys!). So I searched ebay. But it was a fortune on ebay and I just couldn’t justify it. So I called the manufacturer and ordered it from them. Once done, I was quite pleased with myself. Until I realized, I’m that mother. I’m the mother who is beating up other mothers to get to that last Cabbage Patch doll on the shelf. Not pretty.
  
• I’ve been pimping out my son. Now that he can kiss properly–puckering up and everything–we go out and I offer up his kisses to everyone. “Doodles, why don’t you give G. a kiss? Oh, Doodles, why don’t you give J. a kiss, too?” I just can’t help it. It’s so darn cute!

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