I know I'm not really good with math but I know that $9.99 plus $9.99 and the cost of a 2 liter Coke does not equal $26.12. Am I right? Unless that Coke cost six bucks.
I ordered pizza tonight from I won't say where and when I called I asked about the special. They had a special pizza for $9.99 plus a two topping pizza for $9.99. So I ordered the special and another pizza and a 2 liter Coke. Then she told me it would be twenty six bucks. "OK" I said as I was trying to do the math in my head. I didn't ask how much the Coke was. So I hung the phone up and thought about it . . . they must add a fuel surcharge or something. Seems like a lot. Especially when you tip the delivery guy $3. So really the pizza ended up being $29. Good grief! That's not the best part. The best part is that my girls, ages 6 and 3, thought the pizza delivery dude was cute.
I know! I'm thinking the same thing "They are too young to think that". My 3 year old was the first to say something. Of course they were the first to the door when the door bell rang and my 3 year old opened the front door. I made it to the door as fast as I could so I could curb any questionable remarks from my kids. As I paid the guy, my kids did their best to get his attention which he gave by smiling and laughing at them as they swung on the front door and did somersaults over the back of the couch. When he left things got interesting. Here's how the conversation between my little girls went:
"I love that guy!" said A2 (who is three)
"Me too, he's cute!" replied A1
"Yeah, he's cute." A2 agreed
"Oh, he's so cute." A1 continued
And the conversation went on so I had to walk out of the room.
What!?!?! Did I just witness my kids having a conversation about a boy? Oh my, this is way too early for things like this to be happening. Really, A2 has already gotten in trouble for trying to kiss a boy at pre-school. These are babies, people! My kids are flirting with a pizza delivery guy and talking about how cute he is. Sometimes A1 will tell me about how she and a little boy at school will walk around the track that goes around the playground and talk at after school. I guess it could be worse . . . I'm sure it will get worse but I'm just not ready for this. I don't think I ever will be.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Secret Vice
My favorite thing to do after I put the kids to bed is fix me a big bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup. Yummy. I do use the Blue Bunny no sugar added vanilla so I don't feel so bad. But then I have to balance it out with a little Hersey's chocolate syrup. OK, a lot. I always get more than I intended to. It looks like I don't have enough - who can eat just plain vanilla - and I just keep slinging more on. And a little more. And one more drop just to make sure. Kind of defeats the purpose of the no sugar added, huh? Keep in mind, I don't do this every night.
What I hate is when I am trying to savor every sweet, chocolaty vanilla bite and my kids won't stay in the bed. This always seems to happen when I have made my delectable snack and I have just taken the first mouth watering bite. It's like they know that I am eating this behind their backs. So, they get out of bed and sneak to where ever I am with some excuse as to why they are not where they are supposed to be. I know, you are saying "Wait until those critters go to sleep! Haven't you learned your lesson?" I agree with you, you just don't understand, I can't wait. I have to have it now. It's so gooood.
So what do I do about this? Well, first I try to hide my bowl and keep my mouth closed so they don't smell chocolate on my breath. They are girls so if chocolate is involved, they know it! I do this as I am trying to shoo them out of my space and back towards their beds. This my friend, does not work. "What are you eating?" is always the first thing they say. Of course my answer is the same answer any smart mom would say "Nothing" as my voice goes up an octave. So I calmly escort them back to bed and tell them good night and all that good stuff over again then run back to my sweet treat. It never fails, someone gets up a second time. Not so nice mama anymore. This time I usually get a little agitated as I envision my frozen secret melting into a puddle of slimy vanilla and chocolate swirl. Most of the time I yell, "What are you doing? You are supposed to be in bed!" My chocolate is drowning in my vanilla! "Get back in bed." Then I take them back to bed and tuck them in tight - that outta hold 'em another minute or two. Usually, when my kids get out of bed after I have already put them to bed, I don't walk with them back to their rooms and put them back in bed. They go on their own. However, when there is the risk of melting ice cream involved, I have to make sure they are actually getting back in bed.
Usually by the time I actually get to eat my ice cream it has turned into a soupy, drippy bowl of slush. Yes, I still eat it and no it is not the same. All I ask is to be able to enjoy my secret vice and not be interrupted. In order for this to happen, I have to have restraint and patience. If I can restrain myself from jerking the freezer door open and diving in as soon as I bound out of their rooms, I may be able to accomplish just that. Patience. My Grandma always had this little picture frame that sat on her kitchen table and in it was something that she had cross stitched that said "Lord give me patience and I want it right now." That is so me right now!
So, here I am once more slurping soupy ice cream and writing a blog. Yum.
What I hate is when I am trying to savor every sweet, chocolaty vanilla bite and my kids won't stay in the bed. This always seems to happen when I have made my delectable snack and I have just taken the first mouth watering bite. It's like they know that I am eating this behind their backs. So, they get out of bed and sneak to where ever I am with some excuse as to why they are not where they are supposed to be. I know, you are saying "Wait until those critters go to sleep! Haven't you learned your lesson?" I agree with you, you just don't understand, I can't wait. I have to have it now. It's so gooood.
So what do I do about this? Well, first I try to hide my bowl and keep my mouth closed so they don't smell chocolate on my breath. They are girls so if chocolate is involved, they know it! I do this as I am trying to shoo them out of my space and back towards their beds. This my friend, does not work. "What are you eating?" is always the first thing they say. Of course my answer is the same answer any smart mom would say "Nothing" as my voice goes up an octave. So I calmly escort them back to bed and tell them good night and all that good stuff over again then run back to my sweet treat. It never fails, someone gets up a second time. Not so nice mama anymore. This time I usually get a little agitated as I envision my frozen secret melting into a puddle of slimy vanilla and chocolate swirl. Most of the time I yell, "What are you doing? You are supposed to be in bed!" My chocolate is drowning in my vanilla! "Get back in bed." Then I take them back to bed and tuck them in tight - that outta hold 'em another minute or two. Usually, when my kids get out of bed after I have already put them to bed, I don't walk with them back to their rooms and put them back in bed. They go on their own. However, when there is the risk of melting ice cream involved, I have to make sure they are actually getting back in bed.
Usually by the time I actually get to eat my ice cream it has turned into a soupy, drippy bowl of slush. Yes, I still eat it and no it is not the same. All I ask is to be able to enjoy my secret vice and not be interrupted. In order for this to happen, I have to have restraint and patience. If I can restrain myself from jerking the freezer door open and diving in as soon as I bound out of their rooms, I may be able to accomplish just that. Patience. My Grandma always had this little picture frame that sat on her kitchen table and in it was something that she had cross stitched that said "Lord give me patience and I want it right now." That is so me right now!
So, here I am once more slurping soupy ice cream and writing a blog. Yum.
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