I like bacon

For hormonal reasons, the details of which I will spare you all (I'm not pregnant, I assure you), I am more than usually jonesing for fat and grease. I really wish I had some bacon right now.

In other, unrelated news, breastfeeding the twins is really starting to wear on my nerves. Especially (and this should come as no surprise) in the dead of night, when I am once again sitting in the babies' dark, boring room with nothing to do except try not to fall asleep and drool on whichever twin is taking its turn to torture me.

Last night, while I was trying to cling to consciousness long enough to shed my offspring and return to bed, my wandering mind wandered back to my own goofiness as a kid. I remembered thinking that the following things were new - to the world - the year that I was seven:

1) The color purple (not the book, not the movie - the actual color)

2) Plastic

I don't know how old I was when I realized that both of these amazing discoveries predated my own brief existence, but I think I was in my teens. I'm a bright bulb.

(household items made of plastic, per the wonder of wikipedia)

I am soooooooooo bored

And omg, it's heavenly. I've never been so happy to have nothing to do. I could clean or something, but sucky suck boy freaks out every time I get up, so really I can't. I don't even have to get up to eat junk food, because I already ate it all! That's me, baby, the queen of silver linings.

AND (man, I hate starting sentences with 'and,' and here I've done it twice), I went to the gym today. The gym we signed up for last Saturday and then avoided for five straight days. Now, I didn't work out or anything, but I did take the boys swimming, which exercises my body, my ability to maintain any self-esteem while in a swimsuit, and my patience, all at the same time.

AND. Speaking of swimsuits. I was getting ready to go to the gym when big boy got home from school (okay, okay, I had just gotten out of the shower. It wasn't my most productive day). I wanted to surprise him with the pool trip, because he's been asking to go all week, so I came downstairs in my swimsuit, expecting him to say "yay! we're going to the pool!" Instead, he babbled on about his school day and the science fair project he's working on and didn't give me a second glance. Finally, my mother said, "look at your mom, why do you think she's dressed like that?" My genius child answered, "she's going to go do ballet?"

Because I so often go balleting in the afternoon.

Ooo, Friends reruns on TBS! This is the best evening ever!