Monday Morning Thoughts

I have an Oscar night hangover and a nearly three year hanging on my elbow.

On my elbow.

Why do toddlers find the most uncomfortable part of your body to attach their 25 pounds to?

I am just trying to find the peaceful part of the morning everyone always talks about it.  And it is impossible when there's a little butt in my lap demanding "Cookies and Cu-c-cakes with pink frosting!!!!!!"

I stayed up way too late with a bunch of fun ladies gawking at fancy dresses I'll never wear, drinking tea and pretending like the Academy matters in some significant way.  I really stayed up to watch Idina.  And we all know how that went.

Brief interlude.  I just want to say that Idina Mendel is a Broadway icon.  She's an incredible performer, a solid talent spanning decades on the stage.  My heart hurt for her up there.  I have anxiety pouring my morning coffee, I can't imagine having to sing an incredibly difficult song in front of the most critical audience on the planet.  And she did it.  Live.  Good for her.

Well, that's done.  I've been entertaining the thought of ceasing all Facebook posts and directing all of my Ellie-isms and other thoughts back here to the blog.  Writing for all to see is narcissistic enough, I don't really need TWO outlets, do I?

We got word that El got into the private pre-school of our choice beginning next September.  And we did a Bear Necessities dance in the dining room in celebration.  And then I continued to cry on off for the duration of the day.

MY BAAAAABBBBBBBBYYYYYYYYY.

And yes, if there was a free public preschool in our town, she'd be going there.  But there isn't.  And we live in northern New Jersey which means I had to apply and be put on a WAIT LIST in NOVEMBER for the THREE YEAR OLD CLASS beginning NEXT YEAR.  Caps are necessary for something this ridiculous.

I'm addicted to House of Cards so much so that it was disturbing to hear Kevin Spacey without a southern accent.  Why is Frank Underwood at the Oscars????????

So confusing.

I prayed for a cease fire on the snow storm.  God heard me.  I need to go to work this week.  For real.

I have started and stopped reading Fitzgerald's The Beautiful and the Damned more times this year than I re-heated my coffee this morning.  I want to love classic American Literature, I really do.  We just don't do it as well.

I have fluctuated 11 pounds twice since Thanksgiving.  This is unhealthy.  I should never eat pizza again.  This is my last piece.  After breakfast.

I just finished reading The Gospel of Ruth and it rocked.

We have lived in this house for almost five years and have never bought rugs.  Every year I tell myself that this is the year and every year I slip in my socks trying to get to the coffee machine.

I dreamt in French last night, which is pretty incredible since I don't speak it.  But I'd really like to.  And Spanish.  And Arabic.

And now my kid is hanging off the banister like a Michael Jackson stunt.

That's my cue.

Happy Monday.