I walk away. I don't even want to see the gesture he is making about the hairier places.

Yesterday it was all about avoiding verbal stupidity.  This morning, I was determined to make the day a good one.  I felt like I was all ready behind the 8-ball before the alarm went off.  My alarm was to go off at 6:00 but through out the night I kept looking at the clock thinking it was time (to get up).  When I am half asleep, the only thing more infuriating than constantly waking up with 2 hours, then 1 hour,  then 46 min left, is a Laurel Lu kick in the head.  But God damn...Good Day!

Today is really my Tuesday.  I am taking Friday off.  There shouldn't be any Monday pissiness in the equation.  Good Day!

As I step into the shower and let the hot water hit me, I look down and realize that there is no soap in the shower.  There is an empty bottle that someone left for me.  Apparently, the fear of replacing toilet/paper towel rolls has extended to liquid shower soap.  So I stop the shower and walk down the dark hall, dripping wet and grab the Costco 3-pack of Dove.  As I rip the package open, one bottle slips out and hits the floor.  Oh, that's too bad.  Hope no one woke up.

As I get out of the shower, I step on the scale.  Hey look at that--one pound down.  I recently cut out my chocolate chip muffins and replaced it with oatmeal with extra fiber.  While my colon is a little flustered, it definitely is working.  (As an aside, how awesome would this tag line be:  "Oatmeal--it will kick the shit out of your colon.")  Good Day!

As I am making lunches, Ching comes into the kitchen to do the first Blackberry check.  He starts giggling like a little kid.  He sees my pile of stuff that I have to pack for myself..phone, gym clothes and tampons.

CCW:  "Hey, without my glasses, I thought this was a cheese stick." as he is holding up my tampon.  

JCW:    I ignore this and inner eyeroll that I am married to a sixth grade boy.  "Hey, did you realize that you used the last of the soap yesterday?"

CCW:  "Yeah.  If I run out of soap, just use shampoo.  Don't you do that?"

JCW:  "No!"  (Obviously you can tell who uses Suave and who uses Kerastase.)

CCW:  "Oh come on Jude.  It's just like soap and you can condition some of the hairier places."

JCW:  I walk away.  I don't even want to see the gesture he is making about the hairier places.  Good day!  Good freakin' day!

Now it's Laurel's turn.  She is exasperated at her leggings and they always feel twisty when she puts them on.  I do a couple of fake fixes telling her that they should feel better.  They don't--while they are the same brand and size, she insists that the turquoise ones fit better than the carbon grey ones.  So I run upstairs, cursing at the fact that this kid will not wear anything that snaps or buttons on her waist.  

I go outside and load up the car.  Oh my gosh, it smells like Spring.  There is nothing like that first fresh dirt smell of Spring.  Smells like a good day!

Ching is back in the kitchen getting a little bit of milk to take his antacid cocktail.  After he is done, he quickly rinses the cup and puts it BACK in the cupboard.  

JCW:  "Did you just rinse that and put it is back for someone else to use?"

CCW:  "Oh it's fine.  Is it blog worthy?"

JCW:  "Whatever."  Of course it is...

Rachel and I drive away to her school.  Oh, Jet--Are You Going to Be my Girl? is on the radio.  Just a couple of verses of this puts you in a great mood.  A "mini skirt, platform boots dancing in a cage fun" mood.  Oh yeah...Rachel's Backyardigans CD...and it's the P.U. song for me.

While Rachel says goodbye to me with not one but two running hugs (It's the new fad in Toddler 2), she looks me right in the eye and says, "Mommy, I am happy!" 

I am too Rachel, I am too.