Blah....

I am not feeling really inspired.

Sorry.

I have no funny stories, I have no tall tales, I have nothing.

Good.

At all.....

This is what I did today, just in case someone finds it interesting:

Woke up to crying, got a boy in the bed who forced me to get out of bed and get him milk.

And an English muffin,

with butter,

and cinnamon sugar (because why else would you have an English muffin if you don't fill the nooks and crannies with sugar?)

Then coffee was made, and lunch was made, and teeth were brushed. Xave used all the toothbrushes in the cup, picking each one up...Mommy? brush brush, Dada? brushbrushbrush, Xavy (with both regular and electric) brushybrushbrushbrush.

Off to daycare off to work. Crying crying clingingclinging...dropoff is a scene.

Driving, working, driving, working, meeting (free lunch!).

Message from daycare, missed during meeting: something cryptic, lunch is different? will he eat it? ( i pack lunch every day, i know what it is and if he will eat, if not it will get THROWN...has nothing to do with the taste of the food) look at watch, lunch was 2.5 hours ago...problem solved.

Driving, working, driving.

Pickup.

Wants to stay at daycare now....HUH?

Library..booksbooks, running, library, YELLING, SHHH.....books, Sendak, WILD THINGS....CHICKEN SOUP WITH RICE....not for him, but for ME....movies...

THE MUPPET SHOW....again for me....

HOME.

TRAINS.

DINNER.

DADDY.

Goodnight.