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That’s Bulk
Sorry for the delay in posting, people- this week was one of those weeks where I felt like I was behind the eight ball the whole time… …including grocery shopping. (sigh) Instead of my normal meal planning and Peapod ordering- and by the way, if you have never tried ordering groceries online via Peapod, I highly recommend it- I ended up picking a few things up every few days. Not ideal. So on Friday afternoon, my 2pm caffeine rush suggested to me that it would be a good idea to pick up some necessities at BJ’s in preparation for the weekend. BJ’s is our local wholesale store, which is where…
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Quirky Cleaning
Usually, our home runs like a well-oiled machine. Or it did, until #6 was born. But I don’t blame him personally, because he’s the only person in the house under the age of ten who I seem to get along with on a daily basis. But it’s safe to say that having a new infant in the house has (temporarily ) derailed what was once a carefully coordinated household effort. So I spent some time earlier today trying to “analyze and troubleshoot my productivity efforts within the domestic realm in order to revitalize industry and redouble efficiency standards.” You know. Thinking about why I can’t get stuff done lately. And…
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‘Dem Bones
Bones. We decided, with an impulsive dash of insanity, to spend a day visiting the Museum of Natural History in the City. Of course I mean New York City. Yes, there are plenty of cities scattered across the country. And many of them are great. (So I’ve heard over the last ten years, anyway. I wouldn’t know personally, because if there is no drive-thru window to accommodate me, then… I’m not going there.) But to people in my parts, NYC is The City. Because we’re arrogant, or self-centered, or whatever it is people assume New Yorkers are. So be it! The Captain and I decided to take the kiddies into the city.…
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TGIF?!
TGIF, everyone! Remember how that used to mean something, before you had kids?? Yeah. Me neither. (It’s funny to me how although I can often mix up my days of the week, I’ll never get to Friday and assume it’s any day other than Friday. That one is always correct in my mental calendar.) Fridays always tend to stick out of the week because for most, they represent the promise of a weekend; two days away from the tedium of the workplace. Two days to relax, snack, perhaps nap. Maybe enjoy leisure activities. I’ve heard that people still do that… If you’re not a SAHM, that is. You know, a…
