Woke up before the kid. Good start. I laid in bed playing Whirly Word and Words With Friends until I heard the ever so sweet words coming over the monitor, "Mommy, I have to pee!!" I sat up, pulled back my hair into the Sunday ponytail, no brush necessary because 1.) i don't care & 2.) screw it, I don't care! I fully intend on not leaving the house today. I was a woman on a mission. Went up and Dink was dry!!! Woo Hoo moment! So he went in and pottied. (TMI I know, but if you are a parent, you understand.) Then I started dinner in the crock pot. Beef stew. Honestly, best stew I ever made! mmm...
Anyway, like the insane person that I am, I decided last week that I would bring in cupcakes (home made-ish) for our Chili Cook Off at work tomorrow....which happens to be Halloween. So as soon as I got dinner going in the crock pot, I found out we only had 2 eggs left...so threw on a bra (you're welcome) and ran to the gas station, picked up a carton of eggs and a 12 pack of Mountain Dew...because I had a feeling it would be needed (I was right btw).
Got home, made 2 batches of vanilla, chocolate chip pancakes for Dink and Hubby. Hubby can eat between 7-10 a sitting...hence the two batches. Since we have eggs, I decided I wanted scrambled eggs and toast. Sat down for 10 minutes to eat. Then made 2 batches of cupcakes (that's 48 for those who don't know) dyed & piped on two different colors of icing. Black & green with orange and black sprinkles. They turned out super cute. Also, a quick FYI plain black gel foodcoloring tastes like buttholes covered in ass (don't know that from experiance,(the ass) but it's probably a safe bet) after washing my mouth out, thoroughly, with a spoonfull of icing, I learned a good lesson *smile* & my tongue is still a little black...
Ok, so, dinner, check. Pancakes, check. Cupcakes, check. Bra, check. This was all before 10:30am.
Then I get a bug up my butt and decided today would be a great day to clean out the clusterfuck of a hall closet. Again refering back to my little ol' house, this closet has several purposes, it's a sliding door closet which holds all our towels (bathroom, kitchen, and beach) our medicine cabinet, our pantry, my cake supplies, all the clean bedsheets, dog supplies, cleaning supplies (vacuum, brooms, furniture polish, toilet bowl cleaner etc) Dink's outdoor toys (sidewalk chalk, bubbles...so many bubbles) and also all our Sam's club toilet paper bricks and paper towel bricks...
In order for me to clean this out I decide a trip to Target is necessary, I need a LARGE rubbermaid tub to hold all of my cake stuff because the 2 little ones I have aren't doing it anymore. I guess it's a good thing I already put a bra on, or this would really suck. So I traipse off to Target (which has been freshly remodeled) it took a minute to find the tubs, but I finally found a big ol' pink one. $10 score!! Enter the fun part...finding a lid that isn't cracked, broken, or otherwise maimed in some freak swordfight or something. Finally find one...not pink....blue....whatever it fits, I have an agenda. Then into line, they have 500 people in line and 3 cashiers. Awesome....so I get in line...daydreams, bacon, starfish, bandaids, la la la....oh...old lady in front of me FINALLY figured out the 'library card isn't my Visa..." problem. Got home, hubby is downstairs letting Dink rock out on his drums (yes he's 2, yes he has drums, yes I should be medicated) So I get started attacking the closet when I hear the drumming stop and hubby yell for me...I run over to the stairs and he hands me a sopping wet two year old. Fantastic. Well it's only 1 accident, not too bad...not completely unexpected. I get him all cleaned up and send him to play in his room. Oblivious that this will not be the last oops today.
I start pulling EVERYTHING out of the closet and fill my hallway and most of my kitchen. Dink is scared I'm going to start vacuuming, that's a WHOLE other can of worms I will open in a different blog day. I assure him I'm not and continue plucking away at the closet. Towels all folded uniformly, fitted sheets all...well...balled up to roughly the same size and stomped flat, cleaners all moved to the top shelf so Dink doesn't think they are juice....etc... throw away a 50 gal trashbag full of crap. Bonus, found my Partylite candles!! Got it all put back together, it's almost like playing Tetris. Whatever, it's done. I don't have to do that again for at least another few months!
Then dinner is ready!! Best stew ever!! Unfortunately I had to eat 1/2 of mine cold. Dink decided he had to pee...in his pants....again...he also decided to take his usual 20 minute time...in which I've already explained what he does...finished a cold dinner...mmmm, kinda. I then remember Halloween is tomorrow & start climbing in the few other closets making sure his costume fits (no time like the day before huh?) it fits! he's going to be the most handsome little firefighter ever. Didn't think about the fact that I would have to convince him to take his costume back off...reasoning + 2 year old = mommy wanting a daquri the size of the coffee table. Convinced him that we still need to carve his 'punkin' and he can't get his costume dirty (WIN!) So we (I) drew the face on his pumpkin and we (I) cut the top off and we (I) pulled out all the 'punkin guts' and we (I) cut out all the pieces and made a 'Fooky Punkin.' He LOVES it and asks me to let him sleep with it....um...no. Then I have the brilliant idea that I want to make pumpkin seeds, not thinking that the seeds are actually attached to the pumpkin....duh. FINALLY got them all seperated, coated in butter and salt & baked. I think I overcooked them a teeny bit, but they were still good. Finally convinced Dink it was time to go to bed, sans pumpkin.
So, sleeping kid = chance to update my bloggy thingy.
Until next time.....
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