9:52 a.m. - 2005-07-18
Oh God, WHO is the Half-Blood Prince??
It was a Harry Potter kind of weekend around the Groovn-household. I am unashamedly a Rowlings fan. Call me a geek, I don't care. Those books are amazingly entertaining and such a delightful change from my usual reading of um.. uuhh... porn and then some soft-core porn on the side. Kinda makes me feel like a kid again.
Anywhoo... Groovn-spouse went to the grocery store for me Saturday morning and came home with the latest tome of exploits by Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Of course, since I haven't re-read the Order of the Phoenix (only book in the Potter series that I've read once) I decided on Sunday to take another look-see at it. I read that whole damned book Sunday afternoon. I'm talking 800 pages of wizards and booger-flavored candy and magic wands in a matter of mere hours. Aren't you suitably impressed?
Well, I read fast.
Anywhoo.. so does Groovn-husband, because while I re-read Phoenix, he read the entire new book, cover to cover. Our poor daughter, she was so neglected. Chloe spent all of Sunday running around naked with tangled hair screaming, "Mom!! Is it time for LUNCH YET???"
"5 more minutes, honey."
"Let me finish this chapter, baby..."
Just kidding. In addition to reading the entire book, I vacuumed the entire house (drapes and furniture included) swept, mopped, did 6 loads of laundry, cooked lunch, and gave the kid a bath. Am I super-mom, or what?
In my defense regarding said child abandonment, we spent all of Saturday afternoon at the children's museum looking at large scale models of teeth and the digestive system. I even had time to sit in the arts and crafts room and color with my baby for a while. We made baby turtles that hatch from construction paper eggs. :-)
We also had the joy of petting a baby alligator (I couldn't stop myself: Momma says alligators are so mean cuz they got all dem teef, but no toofbrush) Obviously, Saturdays at the museum are catch-reptillian-diseases from poor, scared creatures day, because there were about 100 snotty little kids who stroked on Emma the alligator before we took our turns. Can we say anti-bacterial soap, boys and girls?
So, my crappy parenting skills aside, I had fun. Chloe had fun. and I even threw in some furniture shopping and a large margarita on the side.
It's Monday people. Try not to cry.
