The Catholic School Board here has an evil plan designed to break a parent's spirit with one little day a month. It's called a professional development day and it's always on a Wednesday, which as some of you may know is smack dab in the middle of the week. The teachers spend the day eating a catered lunch and discussing "work" which we all know means who is the assiest in each of their classes. Meanwhile the kids have the day off which means that we, the parents need to come up with some sort of entertainment for the day.
Which is how I found myself at Dave & Buster's or The Casino for Kids in Buffalo on Wednesday. Have you ever been? No? Well, don't go then. Count yourself lucky. Because it happens to be a) Loud b) Expensive c) Has really good food. Really. Lordy, we must have blown $200 there that day and that didn't include our lunch. But the kids had fun and I found myself addicted to the shiny shiny machines where you drop coins in and hope that it ends up pushing other stacked coins over the ledge. If they offered those in the casino I'd be so in debt.
Yesterday I did fuck all because the baby, she no sleepy. So I lounged on the couch and DID NOT PUT THE BABY DOWN because she has a cold and THE PUTTING DOWN IS NOT ACCEPTABLE, MOTHER.
I started making homemade pierogies yesterday and by 6:30 pm, everyone else had broken down and eaten hot dogs because I still wasn't finished. The ironic thing was that I had the dough and filling prepared in advance. Mis en place, my ass. By 7:30 I was finally finished, disgusted and exhausted so I just put them into the freezer and went to bed. Time management? Where art thou?
The aforementioned baby has been eating cereal for a while now and I've been introducing fruits and veggies to her along the way. She is always hungry the moment I go to eat, so I usually am holding her while at the dinner table. I've been mashing up our food and giving her tiny tastes and now she is starting to hold her nose up at mere baby cereal. She loves broccoli and hummus and cheesey potatoes and zucchini, though, so I'm thinking she's going to be another fab eater like her brother and sister. And NOT like her older brother who exists on hamburgers, fries, pickles and chicken fingers. Oh, and bread.
What's for dinner tonight, Kimber?
Fuck if I know. All I know is I'm not cooking.
Up next: A wee diatribe about old folks.