So, yes- obscure- I blame lack of sleep. The first is in reference to Scout- who is potty training. It’s a full ahead of Max and I’m chocking that up to a girl/2nd child thing. It’s not a second too soon though because we’ve been looking at pre-schools for her. (The cost of Max’s school is getting daunting now that we’re on our own and will have to pay for both of them and… I’m ready for a change of scenery. The year before last was so magic and ended so badly with all the drama that I am a different Preschool Parent this year. I am a ghost. I go in, pick up and leave. I know a couple people well enough to say hello and make BRIEF, non-intimate nice-nice- then leave. I’ve learned my lesson. Anyway- I’m looking for a change and a drop in $.) So, the svhool that I LOVED is much smaller, closer and cheaper. Only drawback; they need to be potty trained to start. Ooookkkkayyyy. So, we’re “fast-tracking” her. Skittles rewards, princess underwear, constant praise and so far… it seems to be working. Though, I will say that the sheer convenience of a boy being able to just drop trou and pee “in nature” in an emergency is grand and I already miss it. She’s already a Viking- I can just picture her copping a squat in the middle of the playground because mommy “taught her”. So far so good though and I am impressed and proud. It’s amazing what a tiny amount of liquid or- dare I dream- a turd can do to change your whole mood. I used to take drugs for this. Imagine.
The “envy” is in relation to my latest t.v. obsession/writing block enabler: The Real Housewives. Now, I have been flipping back and forth betwen the Jersey broads and the New York ones. I hate some, am amazed, in a car crash kind of way by others, some I enjoy but mostly… THE FRIGGIN’ CASH these bitches spend??!!! SERIOUSLY?! I don’t know where it comes from but- f-ing A- we’re in a recession and these hags are dumpin’ cabbage like it was an Irish wake… I live in a constant state of; “MONEY IS WASTED ON THE RICH.”
…and still, I watch.