never underestimate the power of a supermoon
This has been an incredibly strange week.
I blame the supermoon.
Speaking of the supermoon and strange things, I dreamed the other night that the supermoon was actually when the moon turns into a giant eyeball. I learned this in my dream when I went to the movies with the cast of next season's Bachelorette (even though we have no idea who that will be) and we walked out to see a giant eyeball in the sky in place of the moon. I also dreamed that night that James and I found our dream house. I loved it because it was blue and a restored farmhouse, and James loved it because it was across the street from a Giant Eagle. We realized at the end of our showing that we forgot to bring a realtor with us so we couldn't submit an offer. There were several other families looking at the house, taunting us and telling us we didn't stand a chance and to not bother buying it.
It's no surprise I woke up with a stress headache that lasted all day yesterday.
Last night I dreamed that I had to have surgery to remove an ovary because it had turned into an orange slice. The waiting room for the surgery was in a Dunkin' Donuts, and they served vegetable-flavored donuts with names like Tomato Garden and Sunday Brunch. They also sold makeup. When I went to buy some foundation, I found my mom working the cash register.
I woke up with another headache.
Gracie has also been the toddleriest toddler of all time. She got mad the other night because she didn't approve of the chair I sat in at dinner. She's gone on a stroller strike and wants to walk or crawl down the street instead. Our morning walks with the stroller are always the highlight of my day, and I'm refusing to meet her demands of holding her for 2 miles, only serving cheese for lunch, and Daniel Tiger or Pooh all day long. Her favorite game this week is throwing her Pooh flashcards (current favorite toy) all over the floor, yelling "Oh no!" and waiting for me to pick them up, then saying "all better!" It's so cute that I keep playing it with her even though it means essentially cleaning for an hour. I'm writing this in the bathroom so she'll keep her paws off my laptop. By the time naptime comes around, I'm often too busy staring at a wall to write.
James and I had what will now be known as The Pancake Incident last week. He took a day off work since I was sick and not dealing with life well, but he had a quick early breakfast with a friend that morning. He texted me and asked if he could bring me some food home, and I quickly responded with PANCAKES PLEASE. I've been craving them for awhile but haven't had the energy to make them, plus my current velcro baby situation makes it impossible for me to get anything done lately.
He came home and told me all about the cinnamon pancakes he ate in great detail. I was salivating. I then went to go dive into the pancakes he brought home only to discover that he brought me toast instead. Despite the fact that I had asked for pancakes in writing, he had toast stuck in his head and brought that. To say I was devastated would be putting it lightly, and if you tell anyone that I burst into tears, I'll deny it. He felt horrible and on a normal day I would've shrugged it off or made my own, but it was not a normal day and I didn't shrug it off. I was too hungry for him to make me pancakes, so I ate the toast and my craving has thus far been unquenched. I decided to make some pumpkin pancakes yesterday to make it up to myself. It's a healthy recipe I tried a few years ago, and I thought I remembered liking it, but they were nearly inedible. I gave Gracie a bite smothered in butter and syrup, and she spit it out. I'll be buying a box of pancake mix at the store tomorrow. I'm also re-vowing to never make a "healthy" baked good recipe. They are almost always a total fail. GO BIG OR GO HOME.
The cat has also decided to go crazy and pee on the rugs and chew through our chargers, even though we typically do a good job of keeping them away from her. In good news, our Christmas cards came yesterday. If yours is crumpled, it's because Gracie got to them before I did. In other good news, the stars and supermoon aligned, because I think James and I might get to go on our first date in over a year and a half this weekend. I'm going to make him take me out for pancakes.