Pre-menstrual

I think I might be pre-menstrual. It's the only explanation I can come up with for why I have such a bad attitude today. I didn't feel like going to playgroup, my favourite playgroup, but I went anyway. Then, when everyone else made a plan to go see Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon next Friday as a group, I was pretty unexcited about it. I said maybe. Maybe! This coming from someone who a) wants to see that movie bad and b) wants to have some women friends to hang out with bad. I think I may be having a bit of mom-overload. I long for childfree friends. I know the mommishness of our personalities is emphasized at playgroup because we're surrounded by our kids, so going to a movie will probably be less annoying. Even so, I need to be with some people my own age, and with whom I don't even have the option of talking about episiotomies, toilet-training, and learning to share.

Hail the Mighty Queen for she cometh on the bus from Hamilton tomorrow! Unfortunately Puffy the babysitter is doing some life-activity this weekend and won't be available. So, either Fistula, MQ and I will do a pizza and movies type deal tomorrow night or just MQ and I will go out somewhere. Either is fine by me, just so long as MQ talks about classes, clothes, books, anything but children.

I'm expecting a package today and I'm all antsy about it. I checked the Canada Post website and they said it went out for "delivery to the customer" yesterday morning, but I've not received it yet! I want it! I want it! I want it! I can't tell you what it is yet, though, because I don't have to guts to reveal my materialistic side here. Some other day, maybe, when I'm feeling high on myself and need to be brought down a few notches.

A funny baby story:

Yesterday Littleput and I stayed in the house all day and acted domestic. I made a big pot of chili and baked some butternut squash tea bread. Littleput played picnic in the living room and did a puzzle. We both watched Anne of Green Gables, the Sequel. I did some birthday bouquet maintenance and vacuumed the whole house. We watched Anne of Green Gables, the Sequel some more.

As I was putting Littleput into her crib for her nap at noon, I noticed all the pieces from the alphabet puzzle she was doing had disappeared. I couldn't find any of them. Earlier when I had come into her room to check on her, she was hitting one of the pieces against this vent in the wall that I'd never noticed before. It's just one of those things that houses have, you know, on the walls, that serve some unknown purpose. Anyway, I laughed because she was obviously trying to push the puzzle piece through the vent, and it was so obviously too big to fit. Dumb baby! Or so I thought. But when the pieces were nowhere to be found, a baby-sized lightbulb lit up somewhere. Could it be? Had she pushed A, B, C...X, Y, Z all through the grate? I would have to wait until she woke up from her nap to find out. Three hours later...
MOMMY:
Bun-bun, where are the PIE-CES? (pointing at the puzzle base)

BABY:
Da! Da! (pointing at the grate)

MOMMY:
Oh shit! Are you sure, Bun-Bun?

BABY:
Da!

...I fetch a screwdriver...

MOMMY:
Okay Bugaboo, Mommy's just going to unscrew this. You stay back and we'll see what we can see. (looking down a dark hole) Ah-ha! They are down there! I see them. I don't know though, Bun, I don't know if Mommy can get them out.

...I fetch a lamp, a pair of tongs, and my longest wooden spoon...
Twenty minutes later...

MOMMY:
Only 16 left! I see the R. Okay..I've got the R. Only 15 left!

Anyway, you can imagine the rest. It was a pretty funny operation. I used the spoon to dig around in this dark tunnely thing and then when a piece was in view, I used the tongs to pull it out. It took about an hour and H is for horse is still missing. I now know what those vents are for. They're so you can access the cords, like the telephone cords, and other, well, cords, that a house needs to run. I'm rife with information.