Why, oh WHY did it take me so long to get to the Greek yogurt party?
I’ve been told, by people who know about such things, that if I’m going to lose weight, I’m going to have to start eating breakfast. I loathe breakfast, but my discovery of this yummy stuff is turning me into a breakfast eater, sure enough! A couple heaping spoonfuls of yogurt (I buy the big containers and dole it out as necessary, though I did buy a couple of six-packs of the single-serving size to stash in the fridge at work), a handful of blueberries (or half a sliced peach – I have the other half for “dessert”) and a sprinkle of cherry-vanilla granola and I’m good to go.
I also love the stuff as a snack. I bought a pack of peach applesauce the other day, and I’m dying to try a little blop of that in my vanilla yogurt.
Background: today is cleaning day at Chez Chili (it was supposed to be yesterday, but other things took precedence). I’ve been downstairs resetting and picking up and folding and reorganizing and washing. The girls were asked to clean their room, change their sheets, and vacuum.
As I’m making banana bread muffins, I call up and ask the girls if they’ll extend the vacuuming to include the entire upstairs (which consists of a bathroom, a hallway, a small office, and my room). Punkin’ (“Little Punk” at the moment) comes to the top of the stairs and informs me that the bathroom, hallway, and office were vacuumed. When I asked if she’d vacuum my room, I got:
For the full effect, hear this in your mind’s ear as a drawn out sneer. So much the better if you imagine the little git girl saying with her hands on her hips.
I said “never mind” and left it at that.
Here’s what I WANTED to say:
How about because you’re vacuuming up there anyway and it’ll take you three minutes to drag the thing around my room, and that’s IF you do a super-thorough job of it? How about because you had a sleepover last night after we TOLD you there would be no more sleepovers until your grades came up, and you might want to be especially nice to us for letting you get away with that? How about because I’ve been down here cleaning up a lot of YOUR crap for the last two hours, and your putting in at least the illusion of a little effort to maintain the house you live in might be appreciated by the people who actually DO the work? How about because I’m down here making sweeties for you guys for breakfast next week – if I can do something nice for you, how about a little reciprocity? How about because I asked nicely and, really, I don’t ask much. How about not fighting with me about every fucking thing I ask you to do and offering up the tiniest bit of cooperation? How about just because? Well… how ABOUT it?!
I wanted to say that, but I didn’t, because I’m the grown-up. Sometimes, I hate being the grown-up.
I’m telling you this right now; it’s HARD to be a rational, reasonable grown-up in the face of an entirely irrational, unreasonable teenage temper tantrum. I don’t know who it’s harder on, her or me.
Just keep breathing, Chili…. just keep breathing…
Dammit! Just when I thought it was all worked out!
I double-checked the movie listings and discovered that the theatre decided to change the show times for Eli (“the management reserves the right to change the schedule without notice”). We had two choices; 12:45 (I checked the listing at 4:00; too late) and 10:45. GAH!
I let Bowyer off the hook; we’re staying in tonight. I’m going to try again for next week, though, because I’m committed about having a date night with my husband.
(Gerry, my review of the film will be a bit delayed… sorry…)
Please go here for a clear, calm, and rational counter to the claim that homosexuals are more likely than straight men to be child abusers.
This is the kind of thing I’m talking about when I lament the lack of thoughtful, reasoned counter argument to what most of us know are lies perpetuated by the closed-minded. Rob’s thoughtful, defensible, and researched response to hatred, prejudice, and bigotry is something that I’d like to see a lot more of – everywhere, of course, but in mainstream media in particular.
Overheard on our way through the parking lot this evening:
“Well, THAT’S odd; I pulled YOUR finger, but *I* farted!”
Being sick sucks. I can’t think clearly, I have zero patience for bullshit (which doesn’t bode well if you’re my student) and I’m entirely unmotivated. Really, all I want to do is get into comfy-cozies and keep my couch from floating away, but I still have a Local U. class to lead this evening. It should be a GOOD class, mind you – we’re looking at the appeals in advertisements – but I’d still rather not.
On the upside, I’ve only got a two-day work week, and I’m almost halfway through. I’m taking my upsides where I can find them…
Mr. Chili has my laptop fixed (I guess there was a bunch of old files on it that were taking up too much space). The rewards of my marriage are many…
I just have to say that I LOVE Monday Night Football that starts at 7 p.m. I actually managed to make it to the fourth quarter! Of course, Mr. Chili’s been yelling at the t.v. all night; our team is not doing as well as we’d hoped. That’s okay, though; the season is still young.
Oh, and I’m really digging the throwback uniforms; I was always partial to the old Pats logo.