Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

It’s raining. Again. At this point, Kansas has two settings: drought and “build an ark.” The weather ruined any chance of pool plans, yard work, or becoming an outdoorsy person. Instead, I’ve spent most of the day wandering around the house asking my husband, “What should we fuckin do?” so many times that I think he’s considering filing for divorce.

To be fair, I’m bored. This is already my third post of the day, and I still have recipe posts to do later. I’ve been wandering around the house humming random Ms. Rachel songs while making up my own lyrics about how bored I am. The dogs are over it. My husband is over it, and I’m starting to annoy myself…and it’s not even noon. This could be a long day.

My daughter has entered what I can only describe as her feral era. She’s communicating through growls. I ask questions. She growls. I offer fruit snacks. She growls. I tell her I love her. She growls. It’s the most direct communication I’ve had all day. My husband has reached the point where he’s hiding in the bathroom pretending to poop just to get away from me as I sing, “Do you wanna build a snowman” at the door.

So if anyone gets as bored as I am and feels like reading all my word vomit I give you props. I’ll be standing in the kitchen making tortilla chips, deviled eggs, and artichoke dip with a growling toddler, and no idea what we should fuckin do.

Happy Saturday.