The Queen's Rambles

Tuesday is my least favorite day of the week. I know some of you can relate.

We went grocery shopping. Oh so exciting. Erik is going through some developmental spurt and he suddenly is very helpful and responsible (for a four year old), which is fabulous, but he knows he’s helpful and has decided he is the boss and should be doing everything We are having quite a clash of wills.

He walked along really nicely in the grocery store, but was irritating the crap out of me because he wanted to put everything in the cart. He’s not tall enough, which is probably why some of the yogurt came home with splits in the lids–he just heaved it all in.

Once home, he wanted to put everything away, which was not working either.

Argh!

Why do I hate Tuesdays? No preschool! He has his gym class, but it’s only 45 minutes I don’t feel like going to the gym twice, but 45 minutes of alone time isn’t nearly enough.

The changing table arrived today and he decided he was going to take it out of the box and assemble it himself. While I was in the shower he knocked it over and got out the hidden scissors, trying to cut the plastic off of it. Where’s my lock box? I think I need one.

At least he was really excited about the idea of the changing table being put in his room.

Since it was already a Tuesday, I did the crappy jobs. I have been fighting a nasty build-up of shower soap scum ever since we moved in. I have tried everything, but nothing has really helped me get it off other than pure elbow grease.

Today I bought a new product, sprayed the shower down, let it soak for an hour, then went up and scrubbed. And now I am almost soap scum free! Whoo-hoo! I was light headed after breathing the fumes and scrubbing forever, but it was worth it.

Now if someone would just figure out how to get mildew out of silicone grout I’d be all set.

I made banana bread today and thought I was going to puke my guts out. I’ve often heard you can freeze old bananas until you are ready to make banana bread. I’ve often froze bananas, but then they end up thrown out before I use them.

I was so smug when I pulled out my frozen, black bananas this morning. Then this afternoon I used them and it was a grossy gross barfy experience. Nasty! I guess they probably tasted ok, but it was quite possibly the most disgusting thing I’ve ever used in a recipe.

My problem was compounded by the fishy smell in my kitchen.

I know!

Fish!

Erik was begging for fish sticks at the grocery store and even though I hate fish with an unholy passion, who am I to deny my son semi-healthy food request?

I made him four for lunch, which he inhaled, then he demanded four more. And he ate those. Like I said earlier, he’s going through a growth spurt, but even so it was still a lot of food for him.

My poor home has been tainted. So has my son, but he’s been fish tainted many times before. Mike often gets seafood when we eat out and Erik always enjoys it.