I'm also painfully aware of how many times I've used "I", or some variant of it in the first three sentences. But then, it's my blog, so there ya go.
As I sorted and cleaned between loads of laundry, I had an epiphany and then a near tragedy.
First the good news. Looking at my closet I realized, in a brief flash of insight, that I could hang my purses and bags rather than just making an untidy pile of them in one corner of a shelf. (I know, I know, I can hear the collective, "Duh," from the smarter women out there. Clearly, I am a slow learner.) Much better. Oh, the simple pleasures of life. I should have quit while I was ahead.
Encouraged by that bit of progress I continued organizing and tidying the closet, and that's when it happened. I reached for a bag at the back of the shelf, which I thought contained mementos from our Disney vacation of 2007, but may actually be full of the boys' baby teeth (I thought I got rid of those? ewww!) and cassette tapes my grandma made in the late 60's and early 70's, of my cousin and me playing school (kind of funny) and then repeating the word "hot dog" about 800 times in what we thought were hilarious and wildly inventive voices. Ah, good times.
But I digress.
Reaching for said bag, I knocked this to the floor.
That, my friends, is not just the rich and tasty, goodness that is Nutella. Oh no. That is my
personal, self-medicating, PMS survival kit.
A real splurge. A brand new, unopened, 26.5 ounce tub. Horrified, I had to force myself to look down, to survey the damage. But, by the grace of God (who takes pity I'm sure, on women and their hormones), only the lid was broken, and I was able to find a jar lid from the kitchen that fits perfectly. Hallelujah and amen. Because you really shouldn't come between a hormonal woman and her hazelnut spread.
I'm just sayin'.
Then, to top off the day, Kerry felt that the boys would benefit from watching the Republican Presidential debate, so we invited ourselves up to my parents (we don't get TV). The best thing about the whole evening (besides my mom cooking dinner) was planning PTO days clear up to June. The boys dutifully watched about an hour of the debate, though Tate couldn't hear most of it, and Gunnar couldn't understand most of it, leaving Wyatt to soldier on.
Frankly, I'm finding it difficult to get interested in any of the candidates, though I would vote for a
lobotomized echidna
before I would vote for Obama, so there ya go.
9 comments:
Oh, Dear Lady! It's early, Sunday morning, no one else is awake, and I'm down here howling into the quilt in my lap over your, "personal, self-medicating, PMS survival kit" as to not wake up the masses.
When we were in Poland for 2 months to meet the twin Tasmanian devils (that they were at the time) we always kept stores of ultra dark, European chocolate in the master bedroom closet. Mr Perfect and I would self medicate many times a day, and often immediately upon waking.
SO, I totally get it and can completely relate. Very happy for you that tragedy was averted.
Now, however, will have to try this manna you call, 'Nutella'! :)
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excellent typing or phonics practice - ha!
So glad your personal stash survived! It makes my day when my mom includes Nutella in our care packages :-)
Laughing so hard! I love this post! And, yes, I have my medicinal stash as well! :-)
Oh my, I had a good laugh over the echidna!!!! Brilliant!
(I don't like Obama... there are billboards with his face on all over the place here - don't know why - and I get irritated everytime I see one!)
I'm so glad your Nutella survived, and I'm glad I'm not the only one who has a survival kit of some sorts.
About Obama... it's very clear, here in the US, that a great many black people voted for him solely due to his skin color, with no regard or understanding for his beliefs/policies. I would suspect he is a hero - perhaps in S.A. as well - because he's "the first black president", regardless of whether one has examined or supports his actions.
To be clear, I vote against him NOT because he's black, but because I fundamentally disagree with him on nearly everything. I don't care if he's black, white, or purple with turquoise polka-dots.
And I'm GLAD to hear I'm not the only one with a "medicinal stash" ;D
Guess I shoulda 'fessed that my stash happens to be Dove's dark promises ;-)
I sure enough exhaled when I found out that only the lid broke.
Really? Nutella? I just stash the giant bag of chocolate chips from Costco. Oth, Nutella would be far more enjoyable. I'm so glad it survived!!
PTO days to June!! Wowza! I'm just hoping to make it through January (and secretly hoping it has no PA Days). That said from a former homeschooling mom who is working in survival mode these days.
Is it voting time your way again? That must mean it is here too...
Blessings!
Deborah
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