... The Mouse Will Play - Day 3: An Absolutely FASCINATING Day

You know you want it . . . 

I started today off right: by staying up until 3 a.m. to read more of Jen But Never Jenn's blog.  Until three.  A.M.  In the morning.  And then I was so irritated at allowing myself to get sucked into her hilarious and inspiring blog posts that I had to stay up to write her a bitchy e-mail to that effect.  Until 3:30.  A.M.  In the morning.

Which means, should I be allowed to sleep until 9 a.m., I still would have gotten less than 6 hours of sleep. However, I wasn't really allowed to sleep until 9 a.m.  Oh HO, no!  No, three hours after falling asleep, I was awoken with a start at the sound of the trash truck, and I realized I'd forgotten to take our cans to the street.  I'd thrown on a pair of pants and shoes and was outside in the rain (of COURSE it was raining) with my hand on the trashcan before I realized today was Monday.  Our trash is collected on Friday.

Oh, and by the way?  The trash truck?  Must have been some neighbor's pickup truck driving down the street.

I slunk back to bed, where the adrenaline coursing through my veins made falling back to sleep a slow process.  It didn't help that, half an hour later, our cat CeCe decided to start fruitcaking around the hallway.  LOUDLY.  The last thing I needed him to do was wake up Mr. C, so I had to get up and lock the cat outside.

Then I did fall asleep, and I did get to sleep until I heard Mr. C singing in his room at 9:15.  Which was great and all, but that only left me about half an hour to get us both up and dressed and fed and to take care of the chickens before my twice-weekly 10:00 Bootcamp ass-kicking class.

When Mr. C and I returned from the gym after 11, we were both starved (rushed morning breakfasts never tide us over).  And, unfortunately, Mr. C spotted the turkey sausages meant for tonight's dinner in the fridge and decided he MUST have a sausage.  NOW.

So we had sausages and eggs and toast.  You can see in the above picture how . . . appetizing . . . it all turned out.  But I cooked a sausage by myself!

After showering and making chocolate chip cookies (for absolutely no good reason), I suddenly realized it was nearly 2 p.m. Mr. C usually naps around three, and I still had an errand to run.  We set off downtown, where I spent $7.01 on a new lamp cover, a binder for my Gardening Class, a folder for the stupid Cooking Light recipes I wanted to try, and an $0.89 measuring tape key chain for Mr. C (that promptly broke on the way home).

photo of our purchases, taken by Mr. C (can you tell what item he is most interested in?)

I felt that was enough excitement for one day, so I put Mr. C down for his nap at 3:45 and crawled into bed to read.  Mr. C, for his part, promptly refused to sleep, so he instead stayed in his crib, occasionally singing, for the next hour.  He sings like I used to when I was younger: we look around the room, fixate on something, and create a nonsensical and fabulously off-tune ballad about that something.  We sing earnestly and passionately, however; our shrill voices echoing off the walls.

I tuned out Mr. C's current song (something about window blinds, I think) and continued reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban; because, yes, at 33, I've decided to re-read the entire series instead of reading The Poisonwood Bible, Wuthering Heights, or some other adult novel.  However, after about half an hour, I decided that four freshly-baked cookies eaten at 2 o'clock was just not enough to hold me over until dinner . . . so I snuck to the kitchen and broke out the B&J.

I was just finishing the last of the Chocolate Therapy when Mr. C called out from his room, asking if he could come out now.  Seeing as how he wasn't napping, anyway, I graciously consented, first hiding the empty ice cream container.  Mr. C trotted into the room and, within two minutes, spotted the hidden container and asked for ice cream himself.  That kid's got waaaay better sugar-detection receptors than do I.

I sent Mr. C by himself to the kitchen for the Chocolate Nougat Crunch pint because a) it's important to promote independence and b) I was willing to share the last of the ice cream so I could buy some fresh stuff tomorrow and not share it.

So that was our 5 o'clock snack.

Oddly enough, come 6:30, when dinner was ready, I wasn't very hungry.

Sausage Spinach Rice Bowl

Another Cooking Light disaster.  I don't know if I just have a propensity for picking the worst of their recipes to try.  At least this one didn't burn; it was just boring as all hell.

I know, I know: you're wondering why I keep insisting on trying their recipes.  I just figured that -- with Bee gone -- now was the perfect time to at least try something new.  Plus, I like to whine.

And now the day is done.  I did absolutely nothing of any worth, but I don't care.  It was a surprisingly lovely day, thank you very much.  Tomorrow we have a play date and then maybe I'll start on my last home improvement project.

Oh, and I need to buy some more Ben & Jerry's.