So I cried at a recent early-childhood-mom class. Finally got that out of the way, right? The funny thing was that while I was a bit frustrated and embarrassed at myself for not being able to hold it together? I didn’t care. It did help that the other EC moms were nice and not gross or schadenfreude-y about it. But we’re still not going to have playdates or anything.
YES, EVERYTHING IS ROTTEN UNDERNEATH
A and I finally watched the Twin Peaks revival. I think we were only a year behind, which is wild for us. I loved it, except for the dreams. In fact we’re both having TP dreams a couple times a week. I would also like a t-shirt with Sarah Palmer’s snarlface on it, if anyone wants to make that and send it to me.
Here’s this from 1991:
Related to other media we’ve consumed: E will only (this week) fall asleep for a nap if there are English accents playing as background noise. So lots of Midsomer Murders have been on the docket.
If I had a food blog instead of this whatever-I-feel-like-complaining-about thing, I’d have to call it An Adult Cooked This Thing. Luckily, whenever I cook or bake something that is worthy of public censure, I have been adding cheese and salt. It is amazing what these two ingredients can do.
Lately the high point of my day has been balancing the checkbook. Ha! Just kidding! No, not about balancing the checkbook — I do actually do that. We have a physical checkbook and I write checks, too. C’mon, all you youtes with your auto bill pay, call me grandma.