Every Day I Don't Really Write the Book

I named my blog Every Day I Write the Book without ever intending to write in it every day. Sometimes when I don't write very often my blog title taunts me. I feel kind of bad about letting people down. They say, "I thought you wrote the book every day?" It's like my blog is just one more crappy product that doesn't do what it says it will. Like this. And this. And this, unfortunately. They were all so promising!

I suppose I could write every day. I could tell you what I did, how I felt, and what I ate. Would you like that? I'm just not sure. For example, today I got up and got dressed. OK, that's not true. Go back. I woke up when Christian was getting up to go exercise and I told him to shut the blinds so they wouldn't shine in my face. Later I woke up to Ellen fussing on the baby monitor. I laid there until Maggie went in and started playing with her. I dozed off. When I heard them finally coming down the stairs I jumped up and ran into the bathroom and that's when "I got up and got dressed."

Then we were off to the library! Wait, first I ate, unloaded and loaded last night's dishes (funny how well I sleep with dirty dishes in the sink), fed and dressed kids, let the dog out, made my bed, took out the bathroom garbage, put a new bag in it, and set it down right next to the garbage can so my maids would know at least I tried and then [because it's too awkward to just lay around while my cleaning ladies work on my house] we were off to the library! And now I'm hoping you'll think I left out "took a shower" because it was an uninteresting detail but, uh--I didn't mention it because I didn't do it. . . and we were off to the library!

We were at the library for about an hour. Then we left to meet my neighbor and her kids at the Leonardo Da Vinci exhibit at the mall. I am so interested in art and science. Also, I parked at Nordstroms because they were having a sale. My children, sometimes called "the little scholars," were intrigued by Da Vinci's chamber of mirrors. Of course they know it by it's special What Not to Wear name--the 360 degree mirror.
I don't like how smart Da Vinci was. It sort of makes me feel bad. I don't know how a flywheel works--not even a primitive one. So we left there and bought some t-shirts for Ben at The Children's Place. They were on sale, but it was probably a mistake. Then we went to Cold Stone where I got a small chocolate cake batter with graham cracker pie crust after tasting the coffee flavor. I love you, coffee. But we can never be together. I noticed that only fat people were in Cold Stone. "I must be imagining it," I thought. Sure enough--another fat person walked in. Hmmmm.

On our way home we stopped at a bakery because, of course, we hadn't had lunch yet. We got some quiche and a big French ham sandwich soaked in white sauce. Tasty. The man brought us all gross lemonade for free! We were thirsty after drinking that white sauce. We each paid our Ellen "tithe" and poured some into her milky sippy cup. Yeah, we're gross. These are the kind of details I spare you by not writing every day.

We came home after the bakery. I cheated fate by putting Ellen down for a nap even though she slept at the mall. Cha-ching! Sam and Maggie (famished, as you can imagine, and in need of a treat) walked to Walkers. I laid in bed and read until I dozed off. They came home with 7-Up, Mentos, Extra, Tic-Tacs, Certs, and some berry gum for Ben which he spurned heartily.

So, let's see. Now I'm writing this. Ben fell asleep. Maggie is taking a bath and Sam is reading. Their TV is broken. If it weren't, the afternoon may have played out quite differently. And it's only 4:18. There's more where this came from! I could get online again tonight and let you know how the rest of the evening goes. Here's a preview for you, Ben will spurn something heartily. See you tomorrow!