This morning I let Veronica have coffee. It was just a sip from my cup, but she seemed to really like it. Now I'm nervous that she's going to beg for my coffee every morning. I'm hopeful that she will have forgotten about it by the time I have my coffee tomorrow.
To distract Clarissa and Veronica, and to give myself some time to tidy the kitchen, I told the girls that their cousin is coming over to play. It is true that their cousin is coming over (to babysit), but not for a couple hours. The girls stood at the back door for a good ten minutes, excitedly waiting for Hannah to come.
I washed towels yesterday. They've been sitting in a basket, on a chair in the kitchen since last night, waiting to be folded. I have no excuse, other than laziness and lack of desire. I'm kind of hopeful that Steve will fold them when he gets home. Afterall, he told me I had T-Rex arms this morning, when I was talking about folding the bath towels. That makes the towels his responsibility, right?
I've known for over a month that we're going out tonight, yet I don't have a meal ready for Hannah to give to the girls. As a result, my daughters will end up eating some combination of oyster crackers, frozen mango, leftover teriyaki tofu, leftover rice and maybe raisins. It will not be a well-planned, balanced supper and it will likely result in a giant mess on the floor. Either Hannah will have to clean up the mess (which will make me feel guilty) or I will have to clean it up when I get home (which will make me irritable).
Last confession: I am longing for a cocktail. The girls were maniacs today (maybe it was that coffee Veronica had). The dinner we're going to tonight is with Steve's colleagues and their spouses and it makes me really nervous. Plus, I have the makings for this amazing looking grapefruit cocktail, only with vodka instead of bourbon, and I want to try it.
Do you have confessions today? Do they involve ignored responsibilities, giving your toddler caffeine, or staying in your pajamas all day? Please tell me they do.