Queen of Rambles

We get to go home tomorrow! We get to go home tomorrow!

This trip has not been anything like a vacation. Whining babies, bossy sisters, strapless dresses, endless dog hairs and grouchy mothers all add up to vacation hell. Poor Mike must really love me to come to this insane place. I don’t know why I even bother to come. I want my mom to meet Erik as much as possible, but she hardly gets to play with him when the other kids are here and since they currently live here it is stupid for us to be here. My mom says she’s going to come visit us in October for Erik’s second birthday. I really hope she’s able to do it.

It looks like a huge ice storm is supposed to hit DC tomorrow. That will make some incredibly fun driving at midnight. At least it will only feel like 9 pm to us.

I bought Erik one of those monkey backpack/leash combo things today so we’ll see if we have a little easier time in the airport. I foresee a lot of crying when he can’t run free, but maybe he’ll surprise me and be good.

I’m going to be very, very glad to get back into my healthy eating and gym routine. I suppose I could figure out a way to eat healthy while here, but with a half a sheet of chocolate cake in the fridge I don’t know how anyone with a chocolate addiction can resist the temptation.

I’m also going to be very, very glad to get away from the #$$Q##@$#%$#$#@ TV. No one here understands the concept of the power button. If the TV ever gets turned off the kids get nervous and start asking “what happened? What happened?” Thankfully Erik never got into watching it, even though the other kids beg for cartoons constantly. Can you believe they don’t like the Wiggles? They are in love with the Doodlebops, which I can’t stand. They also like Little Einsteins, which is surprisingly annoying (I thought I would like something that is supposed to be educational). My brain feels so fried right now that I could easily explode into a million little pieces.

I went to Jo-Ann’s to look for some border fabric for the baby quilt I’m making. I love love love the look of the quilt and think it is going to be totally beautiful and unique. Apparently my idea of sweet sophistication is an old-lady quilter’s idea of a nightmare. I like our local Jo-Ann’s because the women working there are all crafty (unlike the Jo-Ann’s in Germantown where I doubt most of the workers have ever used a sewing machine). I pulled a few fabrics and had the two cutting ladies try to help me figure out what would work best and they were both very put off by the block I brought in and thought it was inappropriate for a baby quilt. Later, I showed it to my grandma to try to have a topic of conversation that didn’t revolve around how my evil sister is stealing all her money. She was also bewildered by the color choices for a baby quilt. Kisha, if you don’t like it please tell me! I promise it won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t like it and would prefer something more traditionally pastel and cutesy and baby-like.

I guess I better go brush my teeth so we can try to get some sleep tonight. I really need a TylenolPM the night before a trip but I forgot to bring my bag of drugs. It’s too bad I don’t like to drink. I could get a little buzz-on and maybe got to sleep. I think this week would have went a lot more smoothly if I enjoyed alcohol.

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