This is not a real post. I just wanted to tell everyone that I started reading Tina Fey’s Bossypants and even though I’m only 14 pages into it, I already have a lady crush on her. I hope that doesn’t weird all of you out. Not that it matters. I’m going to start stalking Tina. Do you think she’ll mind? Probably not. Because we’re soul mates. Did you hear that Tina? We’re soul mates.
I have to go pick up my kids from daycare now. But don’t you worry Tina. I’ll come right home and ignore them and read more of your book.
This morning on the drive to daycare, my son asked me if I could pick him and his sister up from daycare later. I was a bit surprised. Is he begging for a longer daycare day? I’m game. What will I do with all of that extra time; a whole 15-20 minutes of Mommy time? I am going to par-tay!
I have a sneaking suspicion that he really meant that he wanted to be dropped off at daycare later. I had to cut off the fun times this morning and drag them out of the tent in the basement so we could go to daycare.
I like the extra Mommy-time option way better.
It’s watching you.
Have you ever noticed that traffic lights seem to be tuned in to your child’s needs? It’s eerie really, the way the lights do exactly the opposite of what I and my child need them to, nearly every trip between home and daycare.
When your child needs to go to the bathroom and you know there’s a McDonald’s you can sneak into, three intersections away; that’s when you hit three red lights. Or when your kid wants a toy that fell on the floor and you tell them you’ll grab it as soon as you get a red; that’s when you get green lights the rest of the drive to daycare.
It’s like the lights are conspiring against you.