Queen of Rambles

Day two of the no sugar plan went well. God, I need a slab of chocolate or bowl of brownie batter. I better stick with the plan because I am having a hard time fitting in my summer pants. No way in hell am I going to go buy a bigger wardrobe. I need to go down, not up! Stupid fat belly.

They had break-apart Easter cookie dough for fifty cents at the store yesterday so I bought some for Erik so he could have cookies. This afternoon I let him put a dozen on a cookie sheet, then the other dozen sat on our coffee table. He was fascinated by the pink and yellow swirl chips, but instead of trying to eat them he picked out every single chip from the mass of dough and threw them in my water cup.

Thanks kid.

There must be some lesson to be learned about sorting and fine motor skills there, right? It was cheap entertainment, at least.

Oddly, the cookie monster refused to even sample the baked cookies. He’s still been in the throes of his terrible twos. I’m not at my wit’s end yet, but I might be by Thursday afternoon.

Thursday afternoon I am supposed to bake white, L-shaped sugar cookies for preschool on Friday. How am I supposed to bake cookies and not sample the dough? It’s cruel I tell you! Shouldn’t I report myself to someone?

I would consider trying out a crazy recipe with stevia, agave nectar or some other funky Whole Foods sweetener, but we are trying to pinch pennies (not that this weekend would show it) so I’m just going to try to resist temptation.

I’m going to need a whole bottle of mouth wash to get through the dough making, rolling, cutting and cooking. Maybe I should turn to wine.

I think I might need to slip a little wine into Erik’s sippy cup. He helped me make some bread for Mike today, then he took the plastic measuring cup and beat the shit out of my refrigerator. I’ve never seen anything like it. His face was bright red and angry. His breath was short. He was letting out guttural cries as he hit and hit and hit and hit and hit and hit the door. I didn’t know if I should stop him or let him work his frustrations out so I just let him go at it. I went into the bathroom and he followed me and tried to hit my leg, but I stopped him and he seemed to calm down a little. Maybe he just needed me to grab his arm and push his reset button.

I’m going to go to Zumba class tomorrow. It’s been several weeks since I bought my new Zumba shoes, but I haven’t had a chance to give them a go yet. Here’s hoping they are everything I dream they will be (namely, that I won’t want to cut my feet off during the Samba).

And now I’m going to bed. I love conclusions. And transitions. And sentence fragments. Go writer girl, go!

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