Why my children decided to both wake up multiple times during the night, never at the same time, and wear both Big D and me the crap out is beyond me. Scooby Doo-based nightmares are the pits, as are babies who are so excited that they are now mobile that they feel compelled to show you at FOUR O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING. I couldn’t go into work this morning; I would have been useless. I’m hoping to caffeinate myself to functionality by lunchtime so it’s not a completely wasted use of my leave time.
Which brings me to my thought of the day – I may be good at avoiding hot chocolate temptation, but I seem to be switching it up for a chai latte crutch. Which, from a calorie perspective, is not nearly as bad. From a wallet perspective, there’s only a slightly smaller ding to the pocketbook. Not so good. We’ve been through a rash of winter colds and it was the perfect thing to clear out my sinuses on any given day. Now with neither child sleeping through the night on a regular basis, it’s becoming an imperative in the morning. Or during the day at work. Or as a ‘fun thing to do’ when I’m out of the house on a grocery run. It’s fast becoming my latest fad.
If only we could get the steamer thingie on the used espresso/cappuccino machine we picked up to work right – then the cost would go down dramatically and I could excise my guilt. That’s the theory, at least.
I did it. I caved. Took me several weeks (ok, maybe not several… unless two can be considered several. Can it?) but I finally caved. Celebrating Presidents’ Day can do that to a girl. Set her free without kids on a day that she doesn’t have to work and damn – watch out.
But, with my standard shitty luck, they were out of sea salt. They had to dig for regular old table salt, but that just wasn’t the same. Sure, the initial taste was amazing, but it soon lost its luster. And since I was good (relatively speaking) and got a small, by the time I got down to the end, the yummy dregs of caramel and sea salt and chocolate were, quite frankly, nasty. It’s strange how much rain can fall on your parade when iodized salt is involved. My drink-on-a-pedestal just got knocked down a few pegs.
Karma? You’re a bitch.
but it’s not entirely my fault. I blame my cable-provider-who-shall-not-be-named for not supporting routers that aren’t theirs. This means that, although we have three working computers with wireless cards, AND a wireless router that used to work with our service, only one computer is on the internet at any given time. Add to that the lure of facebook sucking time away from Big D on a regular basis, and I’m lucky if I can check my email in a timely fashion. That’s just because it forwards to my phone. I’ll gladly take suggestions for shoehorning significant others away from the internet!
(I do bust his stones more than I probably should. But, as most people who know him can attest, someone needs to keep him in line. As that chosen person, I take my responsibilities very seriously.)
In drink-related news, I have had no desire for the salty chocolate goodness in the last few weeks. That’s probably because I also have had no sense of smell. However, I must confess to frequenting the establishment responsible for such temptation on a fairly regular basis because I desperately needed 1) minor doses of caffeine to keep myself awake while I was dead to the world with a head cold and 2) something to try to steam through the crap in my sinuses to at least pretend to breathe through my nose. But, that’s within the rules…. one of the perks of making the rules up as you go along.
My bank balance is up over 100 bucks already – four dollars a day adds up to quite a bit of moolah pretty quickly. I’m still at a loss for what to do with all my spare change. Part of me wants to do something charitable and make myself feel good. The other part of me wants to do something interesting for my new house (currently all different shades of “that’s not quite the right color”) and make myself feel good. And that third other part of me wants to do something nice for myself (since that rarely, if ever, happens) and make myself feel good. I’ll probably end up letting it sit there, and making myself feel guilty for wanting to do something selfish. That’s my usual MO.
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