When The Cat's Away - Day 5: The Extreme Lightness of Being Bored

I hesitate even to post anything, as I've really nothing to report, and I don't like to blog just to blog.  However, I then realized my faithful spammers in Malaysia might interpret my silence as death-by-Toxic-Housewife-cooking . . . so I decided it was my duty to let you know I'm alive and just how uneventful was my day.   Maybe that's what's worth posting, though: the way your life can adapt, at least temporarily, to its changes, and to the absence of people who are normally around.

Mr. C and I went to the gym this morning, then had leftovers for lunch. My crappy Cooking Light mushroom risotto was much better doused liberally with Parmesan, I'll have you know. Also gratifying was the way Mr. C has insisted all week on having more of it, with every meal. Guess that means he doesn't think my cooking's crap (take that, Bee!).

The most exciting part of the day came after that, as I was occupied in my room. I'd left Mr. C in S.B.'s bathroom, perched near the sink. I heard the water being turned on and off repeatedly, and – call it mother's intuition – but I suspected something was up. Still, I ignored it: sometimes ten minutes of peace is worth the five minutes it'll take you to clean up a disaster:

Apparently, he was giving the soap dispenser “a bath”. He must be as fascinated with eternity pools as I am, since the soap dispenser's bath flowed onto the counter and from there to the floor. Looking on the bright side, at least it forced me to scrub the molding around the sink as I cleaned up. I shall ignore the fact that that bathroom's not supposed to be my responsibility . . .

We then spent a few hours scouring thrift stores for my latest project: I'm looking for a couple of down pillows I can then de-down and then re-down the down into a toddler-sized comforter for Mr. C. His 'Gramby' made him a bunch of cute blankets when he was born; so they'll be put to good use as a comforter cover. I'll post a picture if I ever get it done.

Naturally, I didn't find any down pillows on today's quest, but that didn't stop me from buying an outlet timer, shoe inserts, a sippy cup, and an assortment of pop-up books.

The book to the left is a favorite of ours, so I couldn't resist buying a second copy to give away.
Great baby-daddy  present!

While Mr. C napped, I – for the first time all week – watched a movie. Woody Allen's You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger. I always get the vague impression that I'm supposed to feel intelligent when viewing Woody Allen's work, but mostly I just end up irritated. I really must stop trying.

The best part about the movie was sitting by the woodstove and eating ice cream and three oranges.

It is now nearly 6 p.m., and Mr. C is still quietly up in his room. Hopefully still breathing. I think I'll gather him up for one of his favorite activities: family swim night at the gym. And then, who knows? We've got one more night without Bee. The world is our oyster, and the possibilities are endless: Wendy's, McDonald's, Burger King, Dairy Queen . . .