Most of the time, I have no idea what day of the week it is. My kids are not in school yet, my husband doesn’t have a regular work schedule, and I don’t get enough sleep. Most days merge into sleepless nights and back again. For the most part it doesn’t matter if I know what day of the week it is, but Thursday night at 10:00 pm I was really sad when I realized I missed The Office. Bummer. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to watch it online later.
We turned in Put Pie’s application for public preschool. I hate that I can’t totally block out competitive parenting. I am truly not a pretentious person and if anything I can be a bit of a reverse snob. I handed off the task to Unknown Papi because I didn’t want to get all involved in the research and figuring out what the “best”‘ school is and how if Put Pie doesn’t get into it she will end up a penniless illiterate homeless person with no chance of getting into an Ivy League school. The application is in, now we just wait. I would really like her to start going soon because she needs more stimulation than what I can provide at the moment.
I’m going in for my postpartum checkup and I told my husband I was going to get an IUD. He said, “Why would you want a DUI?” He thinks he’s so funny, turns out he’s just dyslexic.
And now your Friday Fortune Cookie (don’t forget to add “in bed” at the end, if you are so inclined):