The Cookbook Junkies

Today was Toddler Time at Police Athletic League.

Crissy’s sister-in-law, Rosie, is good – she had 100 things that start with “C” to give all the kids with loser parents that didn’t bring a show and tell. Too bad the letter of the day was “B”.

Anyhoo….she was passing out coins, cups, Cinderella dolls, plastic CORN, I said loudly…”Rosie is so good she almost took the carburetor out of the van so every child could have a “C” object.” Again, too bad the letter of the day was “B”. Andrew happily took the coin from Rosie but lost all interest as soon as John had a CAR. He threw the coin at Ms. Bess, the teacher. I said you only throw money at women if they are dancing.

Rosie & Denis (Crissy’s husband) got there at 9:30? Too bad it starts at 10:30. Andrew was a fart – he woke up coughing up a lung and miserable but I wanted him to go…I swear even if he is on an IV tomorrow – I’m getting my two hours of freedom…I want my two hours!!!

My 2 1/2 year old son – just pulled on his pants and said he had a wedgie. Dear God, it starts already.

My friend, Ankit, posted a blog about his nephew who greeted him at the front door when the came for his birthday party with “Hi, did you bring me my presents?”

I ask my husband the same question every night – “Did you bring me presents?”…Every night I get the same thing – the paper to recycle (the same paper I picked up off the driveway in the freezing cold and put into his backpack after I start the car to warm up to take him to the train station) and his dirty, empty lunch container – (the same container I filled and packed the same morning). I can’t even get the “free” basket that I was promised from work that someone else TOOK..or my friggin red tin that I filled with brownies for the heathens he works with – he thinks someone TOOK it. That’s it…no more baked goods until I get the tin back! I better not get a picture of a dented tin in front of today’s newspaper – with a ransom note! It’s not fair I tell you…not fair at all.