On May 5th I officially leave behind the SAHM life I've been living for the last 4 years, and take on the role of Working Mom. Sure, I've been working the last 4 months at Queenie's school, but it's about as part-time as you can get, and you know, I'm still with the kids, so really it's more like just hanging out and getting paid (which I was already doing before the school started paying me).
I have a lot of mixed feelings about it. On one hand, I've got to leave my kids. On the other hand, HOLY SWEET MOSES, I get to leave my kids. I get to leave the meltdowns, the whining, the bickering, and the hangings-on. I get to go to the bathroom, or even Starbucks, by myself. So that could be exciting. And really, I'll be working for a fine organization that does a lot of good in the world, and I am being given an opportunity to bring about change, and create programs that I enjoy. So, until the great money fairy falls from the sky and whisks me away to a lovely house in West LA, I've got a good position working with friends, and am able to help dig my family out of the financial hole we've dug for ourselves. Not bad, right?
So, there it is. Thought I should mention it.
Spit Spot is thrilled (at least in theory) with going to preschool. It's on site where I work, so she's already familiar with the space and many of the kids who go there. We've gone shopping for her emergency kit and class supplies and she keeps practicing using her new pillow on a nap mat in the living room.
Queenie, however, is a bit freaked out. She's mentioning it to people at school which is huge as she never mentions anything troubling her to her teachers. She's private like that. So how do I resolve that problem? By providing her with a security blanket, something to help her feel safe, strong.
That's right, we've broken down and agreed to the hamster. Help us, dear G-d.
More on that later. We're just all kind of sad that we can't name it Waffles, as that is already taken by a schoolmate's dwarf hamster. But damn, it's a good one.
I don't have time to really post now, but wanted to get a pic up of the macaroons. I decided to add a bit of matcha powder (thank you Auntie Mae!) to the batch and they were such a nice delicate flavor, and nice and green for Spring. My friend BD still prefers the plain coconut ones, but I am fond of all.
After 2 weeks of a very limited diet, I just ate a chocolate filled croissant*. I did this because pouring a bit of chocolate sauce onto animal crackers just wasn't cutting it. Is that so wrong?
Meanwhile, in other chocolate news, Queenie realized tonight that a spoonful of chocolate sauce (yes, the kind she puts on her ice cream when mama is very, very nice!) into a glass of milk equals....chocolate milk! OMG! Mom! MOM!
Actually, she did not call out to me at all. She was so enraptured by her discovery that she was actually very, very quiet. I caught her looking up at the bottom of the glass, enamored by her concoction. It will be interesting to see if she asks for it again, or announces her discovery. Stay tuned.
*I feel a bit ill, thanks for asking.
In the car this morning on the way to the gym...
Queenie (laughing riotously):
Spit Spot thinks she has a weenie! You don't have a weenie, you have a vagina!
Say "Vah-gi-nah."
Say "Vah-gi-nah." Vagina, vagina, vagina!
Spit Spot: Vaginas!
Queenie:
No! No! Not Vah-gi-NAHS, Vah-gine-AH!
Say it. Vah-gine-Ah! Vagina! Vagina! Vagina!
Spit Spot (whispers, smiling): vah-gine-ah.
Queenie: Yes! Vah-gine-ah! (more laughing)
Spit Spot: (pointing at something at Queenie's feet) Backpack.
Queenie:
Yes, that is your backpack, and when you go to school you will bring it with your stuff and lunch in it.
Spit Spot:
Mama! I have a backpack and when I go to school I will bring it for me!
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There you have it. Vaginas and Backpacks. Discuss amongst yourselves.
PS
I think I left out about 20 additional yellings of Vagina.
2 articles from the UK today about how cel phone use may be worse than smoking and food additives could be as damaging as lead to kids.
Fun!
http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/health-and-wellbeing/health-news/food-additives-could-be-as-damaging-as-lead-in-petro
l-804890.html
http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/health-and-wellbeing/health-news/mobile-phones-more-dangerous-than-smoking-802602.html
You can print out a list of dangerous additives here:
http://www.actiononadditives.com/Take_action/#a
I made tacos last night and it was the first time I've even had home tacos in those hard, store-bought shells since I was a tiny, no-taste kid. And you know what? Everyone was thrilled.
Considering how awful my week has been, that's a damn big deal.
So, thank you 365-days-of-Crockpoting-blog-lady. You made my month.
