So today, I felt like I darted about on a rampage, but then I feel like that is beginning to be the story of my life. I was pretty organized too. I packed Ivan's nursery school lunch last night; I prepared my breakfast last night.
So, Ivan headed off the nursery school, and I sprinted down to the hospital to visit with my cousin and her newborn son. He as a doll and the visit was a lovely reminiscence of birthing stories, and I say that sarcastically. Does anyone have a really great birthing story? Does anyone roam into a delivery situation and just love it. I really do not have one good thing to say about my own except that I am now mother to a lovely child. The rest of it was just misery and pain and a veil of tears and the sad sad knowledge that if I had had to give birth in a covered wagon, I would have surely died. I am no pioneer.
Anyway, from the hospital, I flew to the gym and ran a quick three miles on the treadmill in front of a news channel covering the news of Usama Bin Laden. from there I flew to pick up teacher appreciation gifts and then home for a lightning quick shower before heading to pick up Ivan at school.
At home, Ivan got to watch his Sesame Street episode while I cleaned the house, and then for a special treat we made brownies together and NOT JUST ANY BROWNIES. I made Deceptively Delicious brownies that involved one-half cup of spinach puree and one-half cup of carrot puree. Now, I know that they may sound a bit dubious, BUT they were amazing and I feel like Ivan got a couple if vegetable servings and all is well with the world.
Tonight, I am watching Tony Takitani, a Japanese film about loneliness and shopping addiction. Will I make it through??
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probably, with the help of those special brownies!
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