Have I mentioned lately how much I love the way the internet keeps me from ever having to think for myself? I need you people to tell me:
- How much would you pay a Junior High-aged Mother's Helper to entertain one child at a time while you did an activity with the other child?
- Do your dry kidney beans turn beige when you soak and cook them? Beige beans and rice just doesn't seem as appetizing as red beans and rice. Do you think some red food coloring would help?
- Can you freeze homemade salsa? I mean obviously, of course you can, but will it still be edible later? Can you give me your recipe?
- Does anybody want to know in great and tedious detail about my new Real Cooking (Mostly) from Scratch kick? It is sure to last two weeks tops, so saying yes isn't a major commitment.
- How long do you think it will take me to chop down, bundle, and haul to the curb four trees from my backyard working at it 15 minutes a day?
- Why is is that every time Owen has a cold and then spikes a fever and I take him to the pediatrician I get the "Oh, colds do that, and you can't have antibiotics" lecture? I mean for one thing, I never even asked for antibiotics, and for another, bite me. And then every time Owen has a cold and then spikes a fever and I decide to spare myself the lecture I end up at the urgent care at 9:00 at night with a baby with a 104 degree fever and double ear infections? Ok, so that has only happened the once (last night), but it pisses me off. Could we get some unique symptoms over here, please?
- On a related note, did you happen to see a woman standing in the middle of Rite Aid last night with a very sick and very tired baby strapped to her chest pumping him full of Amoxicillin? Yeah, that was me.
And since I can't seem to post lately, three of my favorite moments from the past week.
- Looking into the backseat on our way to Baltimore to see that the children were holding hands.
- Taking Mia to the playground where she found a group of older girls swinging and singing some song about black socks. Mia, desperate to join in, got on the swing next to them and started singing "Skip to My Lou." Way to go kid. I am 100% in favor of always singing your own song.
- I saw a man jogging today in sneakers, dress pants, and a button down shirt. I wanted to pull over and hug him.