Daily deposit

I just found a load of laundry that has been in the washer, forgotten, since sometime over the weekend. Probably Saturday. Can we just say, "Grody to the MAX." Whoops!

I think I have some psychic connection to the world around me. I can't tell you how many times I totally unconsciously pick out outfits for kids and myself that are the same color, so then we look like a bunch of weirdos all running around in green. Or red. And then one of the kids will also pick out their own outfit that matches. And Grammie will be wearing the same color. Stuff like that. It's weird. Completely unintentional. Now this cosmic connection is invading my cooking. I rarely plan meals more than 20 minutes ahead of time (and yes, I realize how much of a problem this is and how much it complicates my life and stresses me out) but twice, no, thrice in the last week and a half I have planned the same thing for supper as the kids had for lunch. Both times involving pizza. Only, this time, pizza is what I planned for tomorrow, but we're having it today instead of tacos. Unfortunately, homemade pizza takes a long time (dough rises for an hour). So once again, we will be practicing European meal times and eating post- 7:30 pm. Oh well.

I hope the yeast works this time. I'm not really a fan of flat-bread pizza. Actually, it's more like deadbread.

My contractions have basically stopped, which I'm glad for. It is very possible that it was linked to dehydration, though my normal response is to get a raging headache. The thing I don't like about dehydration, not that there's much to like about it, is that it takes so freakin' long for my body to rehydrate itself, so I must endure whatever misery for days. Today I'm hydrated, and now I have a headache. Go figure.

And now my kid is banging on the xylophone. A w e s o m e .

In response to the contractions, I have tried to do more things sitting down, like food prep and cooking. So when I'm making a meal, the kids tend to come sit at the table with me. Naturally they want to help, which is all fine and dandy (ok, no it's not, but I can't help it) except for all the sneezing and coughing they do all over the contents of our meals. Greeeaaaattt. I think I may actually get a flu shot this year. At least we're not feeding guests today. (And Sarah, they were not at the table for chicken pot pie prep. :D)

I'm tired of the rain. I need for it to dry up a bit outside. Little boys need to run, and mommy needs it to be mud-free.