March 18, 2002

• Tim is out of town.  He had to fly to Sacramento to help a client.  Bummer for me and the kids.  The kids are used to having him here to read bedtime stories.  After months of Daddy's voice lulling them to sleep with The Adventures of Captain Underpants, Mom just isn't adequate.  My attempts at cute voices as I read from the Book of Virtues, just don't quite cut it.

  
  

  Tucker was watching cartoons this afternoon and got an idea he had to try out immediately.  "I'm going to hypnotize you, Mom."  Of course I played along.  He's adorable with his imagination play and I try to encourage him.  After the "you're eyes are getting heavy, you feel very sleepy" part, he got straight to the point.  "You will obey my voice, Mommy.  You will get me a straw-cherry and put a LOT of ice cream under it."

  
  

  Yeah - right.

  
  

  So what am I up to with Tim out of town?  Well, today I did SEVEN loads of laundry.  I've made it clear to the kids that it's plenty warm enough outside (its at least 40 degrees), I expect them to go naked for a couple of days to give me a break before I have to do this again.  I did NOT cook.  Michael woke up this morning and ordered a ham and cheese omelet.  Yeah - right.  He got cereal.  For lunch Tucker ordered chicken alfredo with spinach salad (yes, I actually serve these kind of things as a general rule) he got ravioli from a can with applesauce on the side.  They are both eyeing me with trepidation as the dinner hour approaches.  Muwwwaaaaaah!  They'll be lucky to get microwave popcorn.    I'm having yogurt (mixed berry) with granola. 

  
  

  I'm planning to let the kids watch a DVD this evening while I curl up with a book, a Michael Bolton Cd and a diet coke.  I have another confession on the music thing.  When I was pregnant with my oldest son, I had a really difficult time.  I spent the last two months on bedrest, which is a horrible way to live.  My sweet husband brought me Michael Bolton cd's and told me to listen to them while he was at work and be reminded how much he loved me.  So whenever I listen to Michael Bolton, I SEE my husband.  It doesn't matter that he looks nothing like Michael Bolton and is a bass besides.  As far as my brain is concerned that's Tim Verrette singing. 

  
  

  Those of you who know Tim Verrette are probably wondering so I'll just be frank - I do NOT let him sing Michael Bolton songs around the house.  The man has a mental problem that causes him to take perfectly wonderful songs and change the words into lyrics that Weird Al wouldn't claim.  He's dangerous in church.  I'm constantly on the alert for his attention to wander from the hymnal.  The second he looks away from the printed page he'll forget what the words are supposed to be and start singing what is in his head.  It's just as likely to be a line from Captain Underpants as Martin Luther at that point.  Scary.

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