1. My husband is out Happy-Hour-ing with his co-workers.
2. I’m at home nursing a cold.*
3. I’ve heard people say that honey is healing. I’m using that logic to justify my hoovering of peanut butter and honey by the spoonful.
4. Today, my daughter said, “Mommy, you look just like you. I look just like me.”
5. I’m using her logic to justify my hoovering of peanut butter and honey by the spoonful.
6. Because my husband is out (see above), the little girl and I are free to do whatever we please. This may or may not include: pouring over strips and strips of different (all-white) paint chips for an hour, dressing up like Chiquita Banana (I’ll let you guess to which one of us this applies), belting out tunes from Wicked (her: Defying Gravity, One Short Day and Popular; me: As Long as Youre Mine), and certain activities referenced in items 3 & 5.
7. My kid straight up refused a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup in favor of slices of frozen peaches and strawberries.
8. I’m calling this temporary insanity, on account of being over-exposed to endless chips of white paint.
9. Speaking of, if she ever has a brother or sister, he or she will be named Benjamin Moore.
10. *At least I’m not nursing a baby.