It took me two hours to bake cookies and that was the most successful part of my day, and thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster for Baby Einstein
Posted September 29, 2009on:
Alternate title: I should be stuffing diapers.
Ever have one of those days where you need a really long title to your blog post set out to get things done and it just doesn’t happen?
This was a big ol’ pile of FAIL. Not only was it sort of icky out, but the Poptart and I slept late and it was too late to go hiking with the group I usually go with.
2. Library Storytime
Then I decided that, since I wasn’t going hiking, I’d schlep the Poptart to the library for storytime.
Except she decided to take a nap and woke up right when storytime would have started.
So I decided I’d take her swimming. We start waterbabies next week and I have yet to take her to the pool, although we do splash and float in the tub. Except at the pool, we won’t be naked. You have to have a pool rental for that*. The pool out here in Maple Ridge is closed until Monday for their annual shutdown so I thought I’d take her to Coquitlam. So I got everything together, changed into my suit under my clothes, changed her into a disposable diaper (easier to handle at the pool) and set off.
On my way to the bridge, I thought to myself that maybe I should go to Langley instead. And then I thought, no, I would just continue on my way.
And then I went over the bridge, and I thought to myself that I should just go to Port Coquitlam because its closer. But I continued on my way.
And got stuck in traffic. What should have been a 20 minute drive took almost an hour because of construction.
And when I got to the pool? It was closed for their annual shutdown.
Note to self: call and check next time.
So I headed back to Port Coquitlam (through traffic, again) and by the time I got to the pool there, the Poptart had fallen asleep. So we went home and THAT’s when she woke up.
4. Cookie Baking
Those of you that know me somewhat well are probably going “WTF? She doesn’t bake.” Well, I wanted cookies and I had all the ingredients so I baked chocolate chip cookies.
The poptart was fussing, loudly, and had some pretty bad gas going on. She squawked for a bit, I nursed her, she calmed down and then she squawked some more until I gave her some cereal. Then she sucked her thumb a bit and started yelling. Then she got quiet. REALLY quiet. Once I washed my hands for the fifty millionth time, I went over and checked her.
See, I’d thrown her diapers in the wash earlier and they were drying so I put her in a disposable. I had put a second, smaller load of diapers and clothes on because they needed washing too.
When I checked her, she’d blown through the disposable onto her highchair. And I had cookies in the oven.
I cleaned her up, rediapered her in my last cloth diaper, rescued the cookies, put another sheet of cookies rescued the poptart and put her in her bouncy chair with Baby Einstein.
Thank you, Flying Spaghetti Monster, for Baby Einstein and the people who made it. I don’t know what it is, but it captivates the Poptart and when mommy needs a little time to hide the closet make cookies and do laundry, its great.
Then I gathered up all the dirty laundry and went downstairs to put the load in there on second rinse. Then I thought I might as well put the dirty stuff in and just rewash everything. So I did that, putting soap and borax in.
I went down a bit ago and realized I’d left the washer on “rinse” not “wash”. Because I am Brilliant with a capital B, like that. So I put it on wash instead of second rinse. Because, really, does it matter what order its done in?
I am just stunned that I managed to not burn the cookies and somehow make them so that they are crispy on the edges and soft in the middle, how I like them.
I have a chiro appointment tonight; if it goes like the rest of the day went, perhaps I should cancel it.
*Seriously, groups rent the pool and have naked swim times.
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