I am wanting...

For the record, here are a few things I want to say I want right now. Now, it will probably be easy to "pity" me when reading this post, but to tell you the truth, I like having things to want and look forward to. That being said, these better come true. Pronto!

1. Ummm, an actual working OVEN would be niice! (said in sarcastic tone)

In our current apt, this thing is nothing more than an oversized STOVE because the oven itself does not function properly. It's just too old and I don't trust cooking in it. I want to learn to make my own french macarons (lofty goal) but that wish ain't gonna come true with this hunk of junk. (Actually it's not completely useless right now because we just store our pans in there.. whoopie)

2. Walk in closet please! The bigger the better-- I don't care if the bedroom is tiny, just give me my closet space! I am so over the rolling door, one pole action. Although I was too lazy to draw in the contents of my current closet, it is literally overflowing with everything packed in and falling over each other. (90% of the items I never use, but still. I'm a hoarder)

3. A GARAGE on the GROUND floor.

Climbing a million flight of stairs to an outdoor separate carport? No thank you! Needing to add 10+ minutes to any commute or trip out? Enough! Carrying a 25+ lbs toddler with 25+ lbs of groceries up the stairs? So sick of it (arms dying). 

4. A Maltese puppy!

I always stalk this one pet store that sells the tiniest cutest dogs! It makes me convinced I want one, I NEED one every time! I mean, c'mon that face!! Too bad even just a few months older and hair grown out longer it loses its cuteness by 85% but that puppy stage is to die for.

There, I put it all out there.

(*I just realized our last apt had #1-3...we've regressed)

I am a TV watcher

Reproduction of the scene from our bedroom yesterday afternoon:

A. Liz Bot watching "The Mindy Project" on laptop
B. Hus-bot watching some NFL training camp show on laptop
C. Baby bot watching and singing along to "Sofia the First" (Disney Junior show) on iPad

The new definition of "family time". Everyone was happy. The End.

I am grossed out

In the morning, Hus-bot was in the bathroom brushing baby bot's teeth and said "Ugh! Baby bot's breath is getting as bad as ours in the morning".

Which is pretty sad and gross. A definite milestone for a baby to cross over into adult level bad morning breath.

Then Hus-bot says "Oh, nevermind. It was my own breath I was smelling".

I am not a phone person anymore

I am observant

One morning I woke up to notice that something was a little 'off' about hus-bot's face. It appeared he had sprouted a new mole or attracted some lint on the side of his nose. Anyhow, he got up and went about his business.

After eating breakfast he returned to the room still unaware of his new blemish. So I brought it to his attention asking what was it that was lingering on his face all morning...

So we looked closer...

 ... And it was a dead ant! Yep, a deceased arthropod just chillin' on his face the whole time. Our next question was how/why did it end up there of all places? My guess was that hus-bot's oily face weighed it down and did it in so that finally it could traverse the expanse of the face no more...

I am demonstrating...

Tell-tale signs you are dealing with some tough bread:

1. Your bread (illustrated below as a Philly cheese steak sandwich) stays in 1 piece for longer than 5 seconds as you struggle with it in your mouth. *Please note average bread-in-mouth time is ~0.8 seconds

 2. When you finally are able to bite off a piece, you suffer whiplash effects.

3. The inside of your mouth looks and feels like it just went through battle with glass shards

We now know not to use 1 day old Ralph's French bread for Hus-bot's sandwiches.

I am worn out

I had 2 panic-inducing episodes today and the stress/anxiety was a lot to bear in the short span of 5 hours. The same 3 steps happened in an almost identical fashion:

First: 

A. This morning I was about to go out on errands with the baby-bot when I couldn't find my wallet.

B.  I was back at home in the afternoon when I couldn't remember where I left my phone.

1. The Panicked Realization

Second: (An agonizing 30-45 minute duration)

A. After having my wallet stolen a few months ago, I am totally paranoid about losing my wallet. So the fact that I could not find it after over 30 minutes of ransacking our small place made my heart rate skyrocket. Not to mention any outing involving baby-bot is a delicate time-sensitive affair due to needing to fit within her napping/eating/pooping schedule.

B. I called myself through my computer online (Google phone) but couldn't hear my ringer.  I remembered I had activated the "find my iPhone" app so I had to figure out how to do that (log in to iCloud) and when it searched, it indicated the phone was a the plaza I had been in that morning! Ugh! I must've dropped it on the ground! So in a state of panicked frenzy I grabbed baby-bot and sped back over to the shopping plaza. I searched the parking lot ground, kneeling under random cars and also went into a couple stores inquiring if anyone had turned in a phone.

2. Freak-out Session

Third:
A. Turned out I had placed a bag on top of the darn wallet on my coffee table. Panic for nothing!

B. I went into the 3rd store asking once again if someone had found a "black iPhone with a multi-colored case" and they had me wait for someone to come open the safe. At this point I had almost given up when finally the lady with the key came, requested again that I describe the item, asked, "Is it this?" and held out the prodigal device. Oh, the relief. I said, "Thank you, I almost died" and left.

3. Sweet Relief

I drive myself crazy I tell ya.