The Inside of My Head Looks Like a Pile of Unmatched Socks

I’m sure I thought several times over the weekend that I should write about this or that or some other terribly interesting, engrossing happenings, but my motherhood-addled brain has completely lost every one of those possibilities. Sigh.

And so, bullet points!

• Sammy’s playdate was a success. And I can measure that by the fact that when I walk through the door, Sammy’s buddy hid himself in his bedroom, to which his mom said, “He’s crying because I doesn’t want Sammy to leave.” Win! Plus, Sammy wouldn’t stop talking about it, and really hasn’t yet (I’m sure the other kids at school were riveted), and has filled up his imaginary calendar with activities to which he has yet to be invited.

• Funniest scenario of the playdate: Sammy’s friend decided he’d build a 6 foot tower out of the cases of Girl Scout cookies that had just been picked up (and yet to be delivered to the people who paid for them), which freaked out his mom. As the taller people (read: the moms) disassembled the construction site, he bestowed a random box of Thin Mints upon Sammy, who gratefully accepted it and certainly did not want to return it despite being advised it belonged to someone else. If a friend gave you free cookies (that probably contain crack they’re so addictive), wouldn’t you want to keep them?

• Sabrina’s hatred of the vacuum cleaner is equaled by her hatred of the chainsaw. Can’t say I blame her on that one.

• I also hate the vacuum cleaner, but not for the reasons Sabrina does. My hatred stems directly from the fact that the bags it says fit do not fit. At all. Actually, I think it hates me. Therefore, vacuuming is Chris’s job.

• My new favorite cocktail might just be the Poinsettia. For the uninitiated, this is champagne and cranberry juice. The reason may or may not be for its ability to make drinking in the morning acceptable.

• My parents have safely returned from visiting family way up in the northern tundra of our country (Happy Anniversary, Judy and Jim!), and after seeing the pictures, I still believe we had more snow on the ground last week (and a half) than they did. That’s some crazy El Nino, people.
  

• The Olympics has taken over the television, at least when I have the remote. I feel it’s our national duty to support these athletes by falling asleep on the couch during their Herculean efforts. Plus, it’s really fun to watch the media take a tiny little seed and spin it into a huge controversy that no one actually cares about. And to see how many digs Bob Costas can take at Chris Collinsworth.

• The magical cleaning fairy still has not bestowed her graces on my house. Perhaps I need to spend the night in the cleaning aisle at the grocery store for her to see I truly believe?