I have spent most of this lazy Sunday lounging around the house, being just that -- lazy. Surprisingly enough I was able to achieve that comfortable nothingness today, rather than being told fourteen million times to get up and do something. Which reminds me of last week, and I can't help but giggle about it now, but while it is going on it makes the hair on my toes curl. Have I bothered to tell you yet that I shave my toes during flip flop weather. . . shhhh! I've just ruined my chances of ever running for President. News like that would make front page, I'm sure. "President Elect shaves toes!" I can almost see it now.
Anyway, this is the incident that occured last week. I had just gotten the kid to bed, after doing dishes and cleaning up his toy room. I'm not used to doing mommyish things like that, and needless to say I was worn out afterward. I see no point in organizing a million toys, knowing they will only stay that way for two point five seconds. Can I get an amen? *collective mommy AMEN* I kick my poor aching tooties up on the couch and proceed to
infect my brain with stupid flip through the channels on the telly. My mother was still manically hopping through the house to get things in order for the party she was having over the weekend. I knew with her in this state, that my relaxing wouldn't last too long.
See, my mother is the type of person who never sits still. When I say never I mean not ONE second. None. Nada. Also, if she is doing something, (which she always is) and happens to notice you taking it easy and actually enjoying yourself, her head pops off, spirals around the floor, and steam sprays from her neck. Mommy dearest is pissed. So, during the course of the thirty minutes I'm attempting to do nothing, she walks by and snaps commands at me not once, not twice, but six times. Yes, I actually counted them. I found her order for me to throw a pack of ham away a bit more humorous than the others. See, she was in the kitchen making herself a sandwich. In this kitchen there is a back door, and if you walk out the back door and about eight steps you are at our huge industrial size trash can. Yet, after opening the fridge and finding an old package of ham, she carries it to me in the living room, and tells me to throw it in the trash. The living room is on the complete opposite end of the house, mind you, and further away from the kitchen than the trash can itself. Things such as this go on in this household daily. I can only explain it one way -- "If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy." This is especially true in my mom's case. But I love the old bat, and am truly thankful for her medication.
Let's get back to today's happenings, or unhappenings I should say. I joined Blogher, and spent quite a bit of time reading on there. I'm amazed at all of the wonderful women writers out there. Just one more way to prove that women are the more intelligent half of humanity. I was so absorbed in my reading that I couldn't even put together a post of my own. At one point I threw a bowl of popcorn at The Kid, filled his sippy with 7 -Up, and bolted back to my bedroom where my laptop was waiting on me (along with the ladies at Blogher). I am a wonderful mommy. Thank you for noticing.
I also have a question for my smart followers. Mom and I were debating this earlier today. She swears to me that OTC medication doesn't really expire. She says it is merely a marketing ploy to make consumers throw away medication and buy more. I say that the ingredients in the medicine probably really does get too old to be effective after awhile. What do you all think/know? Spill it! I have had an overwhelming urge to prove her wrong since childhood, and this is my opportunity!
And you thought I was going to post something intelligent today.