A Teachable Moment at the Redbox

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As I rolled out of the school parking lot this afternoon to head for home, I began looking forward to a quiet evening alone (after the girls were in bed, of course).  Just me and my goofy mutt, curled up on the couch watching tv sounded like a good plan-- until I realized I had very little on the DVR to keep me entertained.  Easy enough to fix, I thought.  I turned left instead of right at the light and headed into the Giant shopping center.  The grocery has two Redbox machines inside-- surely I could find something there to keep me mentally disengaged for the evening.

I'm wondering now why I couldn't have just been happy with Netflix for a change?

Can You Hear Me Now?

It is the bane of every mother's existence-- the question repeated a million times a day:  Did you hear me?  Sometimes it sounds more like "what did I just say to you?!" or "do I need to repeat myself?!"  No matter how you ask this question, it all boils down to the same idea-- IS ANYONE LISTENING TO ME IN THIS GODFORSAKEN PLACE!!!!!

If you have to ask, the answer is probably NO.

I not list-en-ing to yooooou!

International House of Puh-leeze!!

Following on the heels of yesterday's torture appointment with my dentist, I left work today feeling exhausted.  I didn't feel bad today, but I found it hard to ingest sufficient calories without being slightly grossed out by the idea that food would get into gaping hole where my tooth once resided.  Everything I ate at work (aka grits and saltines) was carb-based and quickly left me wiped out.  Upon returning home from work I did something I never do-- I dozed off on the couch!

I was awakened by my darling Princess "gently" patting my arm and saying "Mom, I'm hungry.  What's going to be for dinner?"  Oh no!  What is going to be dinner tonight?!  


I certainly didn't feel like preparing food.  Nothing is worse than making dinner yourself and not feeling like eating it.  Or hearing your kids complain about your meal choice (which is always the case unless I make mac & cheese or clam chowder.)  I found myself fantasizing about a large plate of Mango & Habanaro hot wings and some of my very favorite Bavarian beer-- and then I remembered the canyon in my jaw.  Ugh!  Where could I find sufficiently mushy protein that would taste okay and not require lots of chewing?  Hmmm...