The Queen's Rambles

Tonight was not horrible.

I suppose there are worse ways to start an entry, eh?

Should I tell you about the turd on the floor? That always makes for a great day.

Really, this wasn’t bad at all.

I was cleaning my house (you know Mike’s been gone too long when I am voluntarily cleaning the pigsty), when I noticed Elsa looked really strange. It took a second, but then I realized she was missing a diaper. Btw, cloth diaper people who tell you that cloth diapers are superior because babies can’t undo snaps? Yeah. Not so true. Takes her about .04 seconds to rip off a snapped on diaper. Anyway, she was gibbering about something very important, so I followed her and looked to see what had her so excited.

Yup.

Giant turd on the floor.

At least it was a turd and I could pick it up cleanly. Could have been much, much worse.

She cried when I flushed it. I hope she’s not going to be one of those babies that claims her poop as her own and won’t release it into the sewer system.

Let’s talk about something less poop-tastic. I had a brilliant thought this morning–take the kids to the gym for an hour and a half in the evening. Usually we have karate or I don’t feel like getting sweaty at the end of the day, but today we were free as little birds. The humidity is frightful so it really didn’t matter if I was sweaty or not. I already looked like hell. I think pregnancy has changed my hair. I finally understand why people get all “oh noez! I haz the fuzzy hair!” when it’s humid out. My normally stick-straight hair was wild and wooly. Not curly, just . . . hmmmm. . big . . . and weird.

Anyway, Erik is settling into kindergarten I think. The rain finally let up so the kids could play outside for awhile. I got some endorphins and alone time. Yes indeed, the night could have been worse.

I started reading The Hunger Games at the gym. Why haven’t I read this before? I didn’t even know what it was. I’ve seen people on my FL talk about it and I always thought it was a video game. Video game talk goes right over my head. As I tell Erik, as he’s crying for me to help him kill the boss “I am not a little boy! I don’t play video games.”

So far I’m really liking it, even if the plot does make me sick to my stomach. Think far future dystopian society with government decreed child murder as entertainment. Not for the faint of heart, but I can’t put it down.

Mike’s plane should be landing right now. Maybe I’ll go read while I wait for him.