Mandy's Stream of Consciousness

Sunday, June 29, 2014

(graphic representation of what a split second inside my head looks like)

Gah.  The dishes.  I’ll start emptying the dishwasher, and maybe I can get it emptied before Sam decides he wants to help.  Oh.  I was looking for this water bottle.  I better wash it out...and bleach it.  Crap.  The dishwasher.  And here comes Sam. 

I wonder what its like at Alt Summit.  I bet its just magic all the time and Cricuts are getting handed out like Oprah is in charge.  You get a Cricut!  And you get a Cricut!  And YOU get a Cricut!  Gah! Sam, not the diaper cream!  Ooooo, email.  An email from RunKeeper? That’s hilarious.  Today is not the day to track a 5k.  I haven’t run in a month.  Maybe I should get some new workout clothes…except I got some three weeks ago and they still have the tags on, so that was an ineffective motivator.  Maybe I just won’t worry about it.  Salted nut rolls for dinner, bagel and cream cheese for lunch…crap.  I need to start cooking again.  But I need to empty the dishwasher first so I can get rid of the mountain of dishes in the sink.


Max is still watching Netflix.  Shoot.  Does he watch too much tv?  He watches too much tv.  I swear he’s crankier when he watches tv.  I still can’t believe he was dry through the night.  Maybe he's almost fully potty trained??  Come to think of it they both slept through the night last night.  What would it be like to sleep in?  I don’t think I could sleep in even if I was given the opportunity.  Paul and I need to go on a little getaway.  Maybe then we could sleep in.  Like til 8.  Sigh.  That’d be nice.  Maybe San Francisco.  Ride a trolley, cross the Golden Gate Bridge on bikes...I could dig it.  I wonder if Paul would like it.  

Shoot.  Swimming lessons.  I wonder if we can still get in.  Max would be disappointed if he didn't go this year.  Or would he?  Maybe he wouldn't even notice.  I saw some cute swim suits at Costco the other day.  I don't need more swimming suits, who am I kidding.  I really need to get to work on my sewing desk.  Then maybe I can get the sewing machine off the counter and away from Max's play dough.  But then I have to find a spot for it in my room.  Which means I need to clean my room.  How do we go through this many clothes?  Why do we even HAVE this many clothes?  And yet I still feel like I still don't have anything to wear.  Maybe I should check out the Target clearance online again.  Gah.  Nope.  Dishwasher.  Let's empty the dishwasher.   


4 comments:

  1. Hahaha! You're such a good mama. Just keep your head on straight. Love this! Hope your SLC getaway was everything you needed!

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  2. I love this! Your just like me! Or I'm just like you! Always going a million miles a minute, let's go to San Fran!

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  3. The Salt Lake trip was perfect! Except for the crummy hotel bed. But the time away was just what I needed! :)

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  4. Shay! Yes. Lets go to San Fran. How does tomorrow look for you?

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