Happy Friday Morning friends! This week flew by. Mainly because one of The Twins has [still has] a massive cold. So she had a doctors visit on Monday and we have been home ever since. We have been housebound, stir crazy… anyone that has had a sick kid knows the feeling. Dont get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with a nice relaxing day at home alone with the kids but several? I’m not really cut out for it. Enter 8pm carbs and wine. The lack of working out, the additional hours of tears and streaming sick faces has unhinged me. All well. We are making the best of it as always.
We setup an afternoon of painting. That was enjoyable. Until the unforseen post clean up and bath accident. Big Sis stepped into her painting on all fours. Like a dog. In fact, she was being like a dog. Props to her, she had good form. However, my stomach went into my toes when I realized I was a little to late to intervene. She had already walked around. Like a dog. Which led to my next activity. More cleaning. Phew, I was on the verge of getting concerned that I would have nothing to do for a second.
We also organized the baby clothes. Yet another ungodly favorite thing to do. They are already moving into 9 month clothes. Noooo. However, there is something comforting knowing that this job is done. Tired and searching in the dark for a clean, appropriatly sized onsie, post a little night accident, is a bit relieving.
Yesterday, we did in fact venture out. Fresh air? Is that you? It was. And it felt good. My mom is visiting and we went food shopping. I love food shopping. I love stores that sell food. I walk around and admire the new items. Weird, right? I know there of some of you out there nodding along with me. Not brave enough to fess up to the weird fetish. I know this, because my best friend loves it too. And if we are the only two people in the world that enjoy supermarket aisle walking, then we really are a match made in heaven.
So like a typical Jewish mom, (I can say that because she is a typical Jewish mom..) thinks I am going hungry and wants to ensure I pick out groceries for her to stock my kitchen with. Always a great offer. Although it comes with a twist. She sneaks in her favorite food that I typically wouldn’t have in my house. For one, a loaf of Hallah. Passover is coming up, she’s getting pretty excited. She like me loves the supermarket. However, she doesn’t care about aisle shopping. UNLESS we are in Jewish / Kosher section. She looks so at home in this aisle. It’s very peaceful to watch on the outside. It’s like she turned the corner from the baking aisle and was suddenly on the red carpet of kosher food products, the sky opened up, the sun shined and little droplets of kosher macaroons were raining down on her. I get it. That happens to me when I walk into a market in some cute small country town.
As I unpacked my groceries I found secret additions like a milk chocolate covered butter biscuit. Would I typically have that in my kitchen? No. Why? Because I didn’t know I would love it and in turn eat it. All of it. And that sample of Hallah that she promised she wanted to have when we brought it to the house, so you know, I should get it, never happened. Between, myself, hubby and Big Sis there is no longer Hallah in the house. It didn’t even last 24 hours.
So there you go. Now it’s Friday and we are about to begin our next indoor activity. Getting a babysitter and frolicking free outside by myself. Baking and decorating a cake with Big Sis. Depending on the success of this I may or may not share. We shall see.
Enjoy your Friday. I hope you can fit something in that makes you feel like macaroons are raining down on you!