So it seems blogging every day leaves me with about, oh say 11 minutes of lazy me time at the end of each day. On days that I want more than that, I'm up until somewhere between the 11:00 PM and 12:00 AM hour. And that just is not smart.
Do you know what I hate? I HATE that moment when both kids are all tucked into their beds, off in dreamland, and I walk into the kitchen and see this:
Ack. I mean come on, we didn't even wipe up Louie's high chair after dinner an hour and a half ago. Gross.
And honestly this is really tame, as far as messy kitchens go. I mean we didn't even cook. This is the result of a thrown together dinner of tortillas and cheese and deli meat and spinach, yogurt and black beans for Louie, raspberries out of the carton, baby carrots from a bag.
Yup. That kind of dinner.
Dinner was thrown together late because Louie was being crabby for Dan after work and I had to stop at Costco on the way home from work for pies. I have no desire to enter that establishment the day before Thanksgiving, so it had to happen tonight. It was quite a bit less busy tonight than I thought it would be, but people were still really crabby.
What's that about people of Costco? It is Thanksgiving! Let us give thanks for what we have and be pleasant to our neighbors!
Yes, I'm in charge of pies for Thanksgiving with Dan's parents and this year I am not even attempting to bake them myself. Maybe next year.
I'm not going to feel guilty about it either, because honestly, Costco makes some really freaking delicious pumpkin, apple, and pecan pie. And it is quite likely they are much better than the pies I am able to produce. They certainly look prettier.
I told Dan it will take me every ounce of self control I have to not cut into one of them tonight while I'm watching Parenthood and balling my eyes out, as I tend to do every week.
I love Parenthood so much.
THAT is what you get on day 20 of blogging every single day.