For the love of sushi

It always amazes me after a long weekend how the week seems to drag by like it somehow stuck in a time warp and four days stretch into a seemingly endless stream of minutes, hours, days. How can four days feel like forty? It’s Thursday today but feels like it should be Saturday. If it were Saturday I sure as heck would not be awake at this hour!


I’m getting ready for work. I know it’s an exciting chore. Shower, dress, brush hair, brush teeth, put on war paint and fragrance to disguise my truly evil nature. She can’t be bad she smells so good, MWAHAHAHAH.

This week has been relatively uneventful, no flying poop or other such shenanigans. It’s a sad state of affairs when you begin to judge your week by poop incidents. You know you’re a parent when. It’s funny how things change when you become a parent. Take milk for instance. Before kids it was just milk. Now that I have kids there are two kinds of milk, chocolate and white. I love the look on the waitresses face when you ask for white milk. You can tell right away if she has kids or not. If she has kids she nods her head with total understanding. If she doesn’t she looks at you like you’ve grown another head while she stood there. That’s also the case when you ask the waitress to put the kids meal into the freezer for a couple of minutes before brining it out. If she doesn’t have kids she just doesn’t get it. Why would you do that lady? She’ll learn. The first time her kid picks up a piping hot French fry and pops it into their mouth.

So I’ve been pretty good this week, I’ve managed to peel my lazy behind out of bed and go walking every morning (well except this morning). I’ve been watching what I eat (mostly)and exercising, you’re probably thinking I must have lost weight then! Nope. I stepped on the scale yesterday morning. I’ve gained five pounds. Wow this diet and exercise thing is really working for me. Good thing I gave up all food that tastes good, otherwise I would be fat. Oh wait a minute. Sigh. Grunt. Whine.

I’ve been taking a lot of vitamins lately in the same vein as the whole healthy lifestyle thing but I swear it just messes me up more. I’ve been taking iron because I am border line anaemic and after my period I’m down right exhausted. The problem with that is that the industrial size fibre intake and iron intake battle with my colon making my bowel movements kind of bipolar. One minute I feel like I’m trying to poop out a watermelon, the next it’s like I’ve lost control of a pressure washer. It’s a fun guessing game every time I get that little gurgle in my stomach.

On a totally unrelated note, I have a great life, no sarcasm. I was driving to work today and it just kind of hit me in the gut. I have a great husband, great kids, great friends, a good job, a nice home, life is grand. I know I poke fun at a lot of aspects of my life but I do so strictly for my own amusement…and to keep my husband on his toes.

Speaking of Scott, I told him I loved him in the best possible way yesterday, I bought him sushi. Nothing says “I love you” like raw fish, rice and seaweed. I did hint that it was like him getting me flowers. Do you think he got the hint? Yeah, I know, not likely. Maybe I should tell him the pool water is “fine”.