So, while Ryan was gone on his business trip I was in charge of shoveling snow. This is a task I don’t mind doing, actually. Until I injure myself, which is basically inevitable at this point. On this particular shoveling day I was miffed about something (I probably ran out of cake or wine or both) and I was shoveling that snow with such hostility I actually pinched a nerve in my arm. And now one half of my left hand has been overtaken with that annoying tingly sensation that appears when a part of your body falls asleep. But it won’t go away. I read if you just rest the arm, take aspirin, alternate hot and cold compresses at the pinched nerve site and drinks lots of vodka (I’m sure I read that somewhere) it will eventually get better.
Well it’s not getting better. So if any of this post is tinged with just a hint of bitterness, that’s why.
Monday
I pulled into the garage all by myself. You’d know what an accomplishment this was if you’ve ever seen me try to pull into a garage. Especially this garage. Garages off of alleys? Not a fan.
Tuesday
I made these peanut butter Nutella swirl chocolate chip cookies. They were pretty much amazing. And I pretty much ate them all.
Wednesday
The saga of our rental house continued today. I suppose it wasn’t enough that they left the house a cesspool of filth when we moved in or or that it took them a month to send someone out to fix the heat (in Minnesota in the winter, this is a kind of a big deal) or that the oven still doesn’t work properly (this makes baking quite an adventure), but these fools couldn’t even manage to have their fire inspections done before we moved in. So they came out Wednesday morning to do it, and (surprise!) we failed it. Well, they failed it. This ain’t my house. All they had to do was install a smoke detector. After several more irritated visits from the inspector they finally sent someone out to put the smoke detector in. Which we’ll probably need because with an oven that just randomly shoots up to 600 degrees in the middle of baking a batch of cookies, you just never know what might happen.
Thursday
I remember back in high school how much I dreaded Valentine’s Day. All the girls with boyfriends would end up getting called down to the office to pick up flowers and chocolates and overpriced stuffed bears. Me? I’d just stuff my face deeper into whatever Stephen King novel I’d stolen off my mom’s bookshelf and pretend none of it was happening. Valentine’s Day is a little less traumatic now, thankfully. This year I got to spend it with this dude:
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| Why you not turn the flash off, Mommy? WHY? |
Totally better than a stuffed bear, if you ask me.
Friday
We celebrated Wyatt’s 3-month birthday by trying to feed him rice cereal. It’s a little early for it, but it was Friday and we needed to entertain ourselves somehow. The verdict? He totally loved it.
Saturday
We got to add another entry to the list of places Wyatt has blown out a diaper. I’m sorry IKEA. I’m really, really sorry.
Sunday
I cleaned. I clipped coupons. I watched TV. I ate. I made sure Wyatt happily survived another day. I didn’t shower or put real clothes on. A pretty successful Sunday, I think.
How was your week?
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Well, since my week didn’t involve snow (it was a balmy 70+ down here in the Lone Star State) and the geniuses that built houses in the late 70’s didn’t build garages for cars that fit more than 1.5 people and it is our Crap Storage, I’d say it’s been pretty good.
PS: I will NOT click on that link for Nutella cookies. No ma’am.
reading your posts make me feel like a normal mom! also, we started my son on rice cereal at 3 months and he was a great eater til he learned he could chose not to eat the food i give him! i hope wyatt continues to be a great eater for you 🙂
Shoveling snow sounds sucky. I hate snow. I hate winter. Our heat is broken and it has been seriously cold (for here), and I’m pissed about it b/c supposedly they are waiting for a PART to come in. Really? It takes a week? They need to hook up with Amazon or something.
My girls’ schools do not allow deliveries…so all that dread is eliminated. Probably a good thing, and I think I ate a million cookies since I made 3 different batches on V-Day. blech.
You made me laugh abt the garage thing…ours was built in 1989. Apparently big ass SUV’s were not part of the plan. I have a terrible time getting in the stupid garage, and have seriously scraped up my car. Good thing my husband is so blind to details.
You had me at Nutella.
Until that whole blow out thing.
Sounds like a busy week! Those cookies sound amazing – Nutella makes everything delicious 🙂 Haha, and I’m sure Ikea has seen a blownout diaper before 😀
Hah hah. I’ve NEVER pulled my car into my garage. Too scary.
Just wanted to let you know that I nominated you for a Liebster award. There’s some information on my blog if you’re not familiar. Miss you!
I love that pic of your little guy. 🙂 I’m glad you had someone special to share Valentine’s Day with. 😉