May 19, 2006

Five Things

I saw this over at Thinking About and thought I would give it a go.

In my fridge:

Sprout bread. It sounds gross, I know. But my husband brought it home and it grew on me. It’s especially good as toast, with a little butter and cinnamon.
Lots of containers of half eaten baby food.
A teether toy or two.
Diet Rite-I can’t live without it.
Paul Newman Family Italian dressing-I can’t be without it either.

In my car:

My bo and my tunfa weapons.
Two strollers: one for rough terrain, one for shopping (neither of which Lil C will tolerate for more than five minutes).
Two Shakira CD’s.
A pen for writing down Litter Butts info.
About four gazillion toys that have been thrown in a fit of giggles by Lil C.

In my purse:

Entirely too many pictures of my kids. I still have pictures of Big I when she was a baby (and when I say pictures, I mean every single one she’s ever had taken since she was born).
As if the pictures in the wallet weren’t enough, I also have two mini photo albums of my kids.
A wallet with entirely too much junk in it, yet little or no money. My husband calls it a "Costanza" wallet. Ever see that Seinfeld episode?
Tissues, because I finally got with it and decided to be a good Mom.
Tweezers, because somehow the light outside in the car is always so much better than inside.

In my closet:

A collection of bridesmaid dresses that I’m keeping around so my girls can play dress up.
A ton of clothes that I don’t wear but have some sort of sentimental connection to for some odd reason, so in the closet they will stay.
Some maternity clothes that I forgot to pack up with the rest of it.
A ton of pointy-toed-backless heels in a wide variety of cool colors.
Depending on the moment, possibly my daughter pretending to be a scary monster.

In my head:

Why is it that we’ve called an end to Mommy Wars, no problem (thank goodness); but political name-calling is perfectly acceptable?
Why can some completely incompetent people pop out kid after kid, but one of my best friends (who is a fabulous Mother) can’t seem to after 17 months of heart-breaking trying?
How will I possibly keep my sanity while packing for vacation for not one, but two kids this year (one who requires an awful lot of extra equipment)?
How annoying is it that EVERYWHERE you go there seem to be cliques: kindergarten orientation, neighborhoods, playgroups, even in the blogging world strangely enough?
Pain, because I’ve had a headache on and off all week long which is making me feel especially grumpy and miserable, which probably explains all this other stuff in my head.

I won’t tag anyone for this one. If you want to, go for it. I’ve got too much of a headache to be an enforcer this week. Also, I don’t know who I’d tag since I already pulled my tag-a-famous-blogger stunt with smashing results. So, if you want to, go for it and let me know you did.