Let me tell you a few things:
1. I’m sitting here in my black (velour? maybe fake velvet. . . ) sweat pants circa 2001 aka, pregnancy numero tres. What can I say? I have a hard time letting go of faves.
2. Oreos now makes MEGA STUF cookies. What?!
3. When eating Oreos (no matter what their stuf capacity) I adopt the Lay’s potato chip slogan → ”No one can eat just one.”
Or two. Or three. Maybe four. Or five.
For sure I can eat just five.
4. Why did someone invent Mega Stuf?!
I want to both hug and slap that person at the same time.
They’re basically two Double Stufs smooshed together, minus two cookie sides.
It’s simultaneously awesome and horrifying. It’s like a train wreck.
I can’t help but look. And eat.
5. I cannot believe, nor do I have an elaborate excuse for it having been 18 days ago that I last posted. WHAT???
What was I doing all that time???
I. don’t. Know.
6. I hate this question: “So, what are you up to these days?”
I never have a good answer.
Hmmm. Lemme think. . . .
Folding clothes, doing dishes, playing hopscotch, having unicorn tea parties, listening to new music, reading, baking ridiculously chocolatey cakes, making chili, baking cupcakes for a bake sale, doing dishes, folding clothes, dancing in circles, changing sheets, nebulizing kiddos 3 times a day, going to the doctor, going to the pharmacy, force-feeding medicine, getting sick, getting healthy, baking apple muffins, hosting a birthday party, pony riding, park playing, picture-taking, writing, journaling, going to the doctor, going to the pharmacy, doing dishes, folding clothes, volunteering, Bible study, making new friends, doing homework, shuttling kids around, doing dishes, folding clothes, picking up, breathing, surviving, going to the doctor, going to the pharmacy, sleeping, not sleeping, cooking dinner, hosting an overnight guest, coloring stars and rainbows in sidewalk chalk, cutting hair, grocery shopping, baking miniature red birthday cakes, doing dishes, folding clothes, baking almond poppy seed muffins and topping them with brown butter glaze aaaaaaaaaand, doing dishes, and folding clothes, and maybe another trip to the doctor and pharmacy.
But I’d feel weird saying that.
It’s much easier to say, “Oh, you know. Same old thing.”
What I wouldn’t feel weird about saying though, would be, “Hey, you should try these Almond Poppy Seed Muffins”.
My newest little 5-year-old buddy? He sunk his teeth into one of these and said he wants me to be his mom because I “make the best stuff”.
I’m not sure he totally thought that one through – his mom is pretty darn spiffy.
Me however – I caught myself yelling at my kids to stop yelling at each other this afternoon.
It’s called ironic parenting. It’s a new thing.
I just invented it this afternoon.
Because my brain is working top-notch right now on sleep deprivation and Mega Stuf Oreos.
So, anyway, Little Five Year Old Buddy, you might want to keep on keepin’ on with your very own Mamacita, lest I bust out the irony on you and yell at you for yelling.
Let’s just eat muffins instead.
Because they ARE good.