Sunday

It's Sunday and my feet hurt.  Went to the wedding reception last night in really cute, halfway-comfortable shoes.  But by the time it was over, I was done with them.  Except. We decided to head to Maifest in Covington.  Which means a substantial amount of walking.  Let's just say, one sausage and a couple of beers later, my toes were ready to be amputated.  I rode on my friend's hub's back for a few blocks on the way back to the car, poor boy. 

The kids and I are at my mom's for dinner.  There are too many cooks in the kitchen (and I already did my important job of cleaning off the grapes earlier)...the kids are engrossed in Tom & Jerry....and I really have nothing to do!  So, I type.  Mom's computer has a giant font.  Oldtimer. 

Apparently, yesterday Claire decided she wanted to use the potty full-time now.  Except she didn't use the actual potty very much.  Lots of accidents.  Today, with me, she's in a pullup.  Because I think putting a kid in underwear before they're ready to use the potty regularly is asking for too much work, too much frustration, and too much heartache.  Mostly on my part.  So far, at my mom's, she's asked to use the toilet twice - no action.  Peed in her pullup once.  So. Yeah. 
Claire turns three in less than two weeks.  Crazy.

This is funny:  my mom has like 15 little sticky notes on her desk, with URLs on them.  Hello, Jackie?  Meet Bookmarks!  Love her.

I've been daydreaming about what meals I'll prepare when I get my own place.  Pasta recipies for the weeks I am kidless.  Not that they don't like pasta - they are just not very adventurous.  Well, Claire is.  I am weird. 

I have been having nightmares about control.  Being out of control.  I'll be driving, and then just loose complete control of the car, and start spinning in circles as if on ice.  But I'm not on ice.  Then just as soon as I'm about to hit another car, I regain control and drive on.  And I'm so scared someone will find out about my loss of control.  It's an awful dream.  I have it lots.  I can't even describe how I feel in the dream.  It's sort of out-of-body...but I can feel my heart pounding and my head swimming.  I might be a mess.