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Whenever I am preparing my gourmet lunch of soup at work, I have to ensure every item in the can is out before throwing the can away. I always wonder if that last carrot slice stubbornly suctioned to the side of the can could be the deciding factor of whether I am full or not. (Don't judge me, you probably do it too.)
Sprite was bitten at day care last week. The teachers make a big to-do about privacy so we parents don't attempt to seek vengeance for our little Sweet-n-Low's. (I figure kids must be naturally sweet. Why else are they always nibbling on each other?) However, the teachers fail to take into account a toddler' inherent tendency to rat each other out, (Or they know full well that the kid will spill the beans, and just prefer the whistle-blowing thing happens off their rosters.) since Sprite was singing as soon as we were out in the hall. "Megan bite Sprite!" (After a while, the two year old room has a list of Usual Suspects. Especially, when my little sleep-talker likes to shout out, "Not nice, Megan!" at two in the morning.)
Irrational fear is when you push aside a hairball from the shower drain and then spook yourself with it two minutes later. Bonus points if you forget about it and scare yourself again after a few more minutes. (After a while, John stops coming when I scream.)
I tried relaxing in bed. I tried massage. I tried milk and cookies. I even tried zoning out. Nothing made the experience of watching Bewitched any easier. Either Nicole Kidman did such a great job of acting like she couldn't act or just a terrible job of acting in general, all I know is that I came away thinking life sucked just a little bit more. (And please don't ask why I spent the next half hour staring at the bathroom mirror just to prove I could twitch my nose too. I wouldn't have a good excuse.)
When is it appropriate to stop sending thank you cards for your child's birthday? Sprite turned two in November and I'm still holding onto her list of presents and who provided them, yet haven't sent out a single "Yo!" for her loot. Should I give up now or go double or nothing for her third year?
As we pulled into the local mall, I noticed a big striped tent in the middle of the large parking lot.
"Look, there's a circus next to Costco!"
John turned his attention to my pointing finger. "A traveling circus in Fort Myers?"
I looked for a name. "No, not traveling. It's Circus Sarasota."
"Right, a traveling circus."
"No, it's not. It's only two counties away."
"Are we in Sarasota?"
Stupid logic. "...Maybe it's a commuter circus."
"You just can't bear to lose, can you?"
"I need to have the last word too."


I think I read somewhere that 6 months was the legal limit for thank you notes. But, then again, I could be totally wrong.
Posted by: The Dental Maven | March 03, 2009 at 06:54 AM
"Irrational fear is when you push aside a hairball from the shower drain and then spook yourself with it two minutes later."
Brilliant.
Posted by: Wendy | March 03, 2009 at 08:34 AM
Hm, I haven't sent out thank yous for X's Xmas gifts either. Are you supposed to send them for those??
I suck at etiquette.
Bewitched is an hour and a half of my life I'm never going to get back. Thanks for bringing that up.
Posted by: Keely | March 03, 2009 at 08:52 AM
"I need to have the last word too." LOL That sounds like something I would say!
P.S. - Make your kid eat more yucky vegetables. If you are what you eat, maybe she will be less tasty if you feed her more spinach...
Posted by: WickedStepMom | March 03, 2009 at 08:54 AM
So funny... I have totally done the hairball thing. Like John, my husband has stopped bothering to check on me.
I don't know about thank-yous - I guess I always thought I'd keep them up until Madeline could take over herself. That's a lot of thank-yous to go yet!
Posted by: bessie.viola | March 03, 2009 at 09:27 AM
Shit. I was supposed to send thank you notes?!
Posted by: Julie@Cool Mom Guide | March 03, 2009 at 09:32 AM
My rule on thank you notes for kid's presents is If the parent was there to thank them in person we dont send a thank-you If little Johnny's mom dropped him off for the party and we didnt get to thank her in person we send one. : )
Posted by: Sarah | March 03, 2009 at 09:48 AM
Give up on the thank you notes. You'll still be holding on to them when she turns three! I have been down that road 10 times, which is exactly how old my son is!
Posted by: The Stiletto Mom | March 03, 2009 at 10:42 AM
I feel like crap today and your hairball commentary was the first thing to make me laugh...so thanks!
Posted by: Peggy | March 03, 2009 at 10:47 AM
I ROFL'd at your hairball commentary, too - that is SO me.
I do the soup can thing too.
My first thought about the "no disclosure" thing at daycare was "Oh, good grief - it's not like the kid isn't going to tell Mommy about the little brat that took a hunk out of their arm."
Your randomness is awesomeness.
Posted by: Jan | March 03, 2009 at 10:57 AM
Oh, my! I laughed out loud at your irration hairball fear. :-) I did it to my self just the other day -- pulled it out and then damn near broke a bone moments later trying to get away from it!!
Nice post!
Pearl
Posted by: Pearl | March 03, 2009 at 11:11 AM
OK -- that was supposed to be "irrational".
Posted by: Pearl | March 03, 2009 at 11:12 AM
HA!
I laughed out loud at your hairball fear. I did the same thing just the other day -- pulled the hair ball and then damn-near broke a bone trying to get away from it!
:-)
Nice post!
Pearl
Posted by: Pearl | March 03, 2009 at 11:12 AM
I scrape the cans clean but I thought that was normal until now.
Sprite's instance reminds me of the same thing happening to my daughter. She screamed out some little bloke's name in the night too!
Posted by: Elizabeth | March 03, 2009 at 11:15 AM
Emily Post says thank you notes should be sent within two weeks of the gift, except for weddings. I think you get four, allowing for a honeymoon.
but I say whatever. People love to be thanked so in my opinion a thank you note can never come too late.
Posted by: jenni | March 03, 2009 at 11:15 AM
I never got my 'thank you' notes out either. We can both suck on that front.Was it really a circus or were they selling low cost (cheap) hardware equipment like they do up here.?
Posted by: Lisa | March 03, 2009 at 11:32 AM
Would you believe I actually forked out the dough to see Bewitched at the THEATRE?? Shh, I don't admit that to just anyone.
Poor little Sprite, already having stress dreams about school! Do you think she has the one where she shows up at daycare naked? Or that she's totally unprepared for the colors test?
Posted by: HeatherPride | March 03, 2009 at 12:03 PM
I think I read somewhere that it's okay not to send out thank you notes if you already thanked everyone in person at the party. At least that's what I telly myself, spare yourself the postage.
Alot of biting going around in daycare lately. I might be having bad dreams about Megan too. ;)
Posted by: mrsbear | March 03, 2009 at 12:23 PM
You think John would take advantage of you screaming in the shower and come EVERY SINGLE TIME.
Just sayin'.
Posted by: GreenJello | March 03, 2009 at 12:51 PM
Ah, that last conversation brought warmth to my cold cold heart.
Posted by: Captain Dumbass | March 03, 2009 at 01:51 PM
Four star post. I always do that with cans and just recently have started to wonder why? Onset of depression mentality? It sounds like something my grandmother would have done. Or maybe I do think that last black bean will be the key to satiation. One time my daughter's (now 16)kindergarten teacher said "Well there was this flying rock that made contact with her head" to explain the giant bandaid and bruise. Never did find out who the criminal was. Daughter didn't see, but the teacher would only tell me "appropriate actions had been taken". If the people were at the party, Emily Post says a note isn't necessary if you thanked them at the time. bye!
Posted by: Margo M | March 03, 2009 at 02:23 PM
Love the random thoughts.
The whole privacy thing sure does go out the window when there is a toddler involved.
And I am also a soup addict. Best lunch in the world.
Posted by: K | March 03, 2009 at 02:23 PM
Having the last word is so much more important than being right.
Just sayin'... :)
Posted by: Robin | March 03, 2009 at 02:24 PM
Wow, does she really call out her predators in her sleep?
I totally do that with soup, and I always think, "will I NOTICE if this grain of rice is NOT in my bowl?" Good times.
Posted by: CDB | March 03, 2009 at 02:26 PM
I love the title of this post. Me, too, honey. Me too...
I had to read the hairball part out loud to hubby after I got the "WHAT are you laughing so hard about?" look.
Posted by: Chris | March 03, 2009 at 03:25 PM