High/Low

High - Got to see J's class do show & tell. Lots of fun to see the kids bring their treasures and watch their classmates have genuine interest.

Low - An hour later, I finally got to leave the school.

High - After being annoyed weekly at the grocery store because they don't have the deli meat that I buy because there is a stocking error, I (graciously) point this out to the meat guy. And he promised to add it to his order. Hold on family... natural, nitrate free deli turkey is coming to a store near you!

Low - Noticed my wood delivery guy and enthusiastically said hello. He smiled and said hello back. About 8 seconds later, I realized that was NOT my wood guy!

High - Hearing B say "Daddy, the best thing you ever did was marry Mommy!" (What can I say, the kid is brilliant!!)

Low - Busting the "pull" on the zipper to my jacket and having the cleaners tell me it will take a week and a half to repair. (BTW, wind chills have been below zero this week.)

High - Had lunch with a friend, and didn't have to cut up any one's food before diving into my own.

Low - Getting a call from the school to pick up J because he puked... twice.

High - Realizing that the reason J puked is because he ate all the salt at the bottom of the bowl from their snack of pretzels. At least he's not sick, right?


Not even kidding you... this all happened today. And even with all that, I was able to grocery shop for a week's worth of food, check off 3 tasks on my "Work To-Do" list, make a healthy dinner, and post this for you all!

Totally Fun Birthday

So, yesterday was #36 for me. I'm officially closer to 40 than 30. But heck, with a husband that's over a decade older than me, I'll never feel old!

Anyway, it was really a great day. Mr. OCD had the day off, not planned, just the way his schedule worked out. After we got both kids off to school, we had a nice lunch. He surprised me with tickets (for me and two friends) to the Point of Grace concert next month. After the boys got home from, we had cake and I got another gift. Now don't laugh, or throw anything at Mr. OCD, cuz I actually asked for this. I got a crock pot. I know, I know... what a "mom" thing to ask for, huh? But really, the one I have now is so tiny that I don't use it much. I want a monster size one. He got me a 5.5 quart. I'm takin' it back for the 7 quarter!! Go big!!

Then I had a conference call (not exactly fun, but when you're billing by the hour, it feels better). While on the call I simultaneously made German potato dumplings for our book club's German themed dinner. And even though our book this month totally sucked (IMHO), it was a fun meeting. There were actually three cakes, brought because they knew it was my birthday. One of them even said "Happy Birthday Teri" in GERMAN! I'm so lucky. I've got some awesome friends! Thanks everyone for making it such a great day!

Private

Mr. OCD is at the end of his two weeks on nights rotation. Last Sunday night was his third consecutive night, which is always the hardest one. My plan was to keep the boys out of the house the entire day. Go to church first thing, take them out to lunch and catch a movie in the afternoon. However, as we left church I realized that I needed something from home (a tampon... shh!). I told the boys that we needed to swing by the house so I could get something and they could just wait in the truck. Here's what that conversation looked like...

Boys: What do you need to get?
Me: Just something. It's no big deal. I'll be fast.
B: But what is it?
M: Don't worry about it. It's just something I need.
B: But tell us what it is.
M: You don't need to know.
B: Plllllleeeeeaassssseeee!!!!!!
M: You're making too much of this. It's nothing really. Just something that mommies need sometimes.
B: But what IS it??
M: It's PRIVATE.
J: You're going home to get a penis???? (with complete shock)
M: Not A private! Just private... like it's for me to know, and no one else.
B: But we just want to know what it is!
M: I'm really not trying to be mean here. But really, if I were to tell you, you wouldn't even know what I'm talking about.
B: Then just tell us, pleeeeeaaassssseee!
M: Fine. I'm going home to pick up a tampon.
B: A WHAT???

Ugh.

Pound for Pound Challege

I watched The Biggest Loser, DVR's from the other night. It's the beginning of a new season and they are promoting The Pound for Pound Challenge. For those of you that don't watch... people across the country pledge to lose weight and the show donates a pound of food to local food shelters for every pound lost.

So, they go on with their promo and I'm thinking it's all good. Then this chick says "you lose weight and they donate food, what could be easier than that?"

Seriously? Um... buying an extra bag of groceries and dropping it by the food pantry up the road seems a heck of a lot easier than dropping 20 pounds! Where'd they find that chick?