The sound of silence. The sweetest sound.
I should be sleeping right now, but I can't. This is the first moment I have had today of peace and quiet
Tonight I felt like I wanted to be that diaper wearing astronaut woman who got in her car and drove cross country to go steal back her man from another woman.
Okay, just the getting in the car alone and not stopping part. Not the wearing the diaper part. Or stealing her man back from another woman. Or the part where she wanted to kill the other woman. And oh, or the part where she ended up in jail.
How do I know all this? Perhaps none of you know what I am referring to.
Well you should watch Dateline. That's what we do every Friday night for "fun."
Sometimes we really let loose and share a burrito from Filibertos down the street. Take-out of course.

So I have been watching tv lately. Cause I nurse a lot. A LOT. And I have watched some of the lame shows I have not seen in a very long time. I don't have cable so I have very few options. Sometimes I watch Dr. Phil. And oh, when did he turn into Jerry Springer? By the way. They are the same people who go on the Jerry Springer show. The only difference is they have make up and hair people who make them look like they are normal people. Well that wasn't very nice. But how normal is it to go on national tv to air your dirty laundry to millions of bored (or nursing) Americans?

Anyway. So I have been watching American Idol. I am kind of enjoying it to be perfectly honest. Chloe watched with me tonight. Here is what she observed:
"Woooow....her pretty!"

Chloe appreciates someone who appreciates accessories. This is one of her star outfit creations. The full effect is lost on the camera. You can't see the large purple bow in her hair. But as you can see she paired the pants with the shirt just perfectly.
And the best part is the flattering backside.

When this contestant got up she inquired, "Mommy-is dat a boy or a girl?"

Also tonight I told her she was going to town on a box of girl scout cookies.
You know, that expression doesn't make any sense does it?
To which she approached me later and said, "Mommy, let's go to town. Let's go to town."

Speaking of, I would love to go to town. If that town involves a shopping spree and a nice dinner and a movie. Yes I would definitely love to go to town. But not with Chloe.

My fabulous day was capped off by my only functioning toilet overflowing um ahem, all over my bathroom floor. I believe a certain someone clogged it with toilet paper.
Just like she did the other one when she dumped an entire roll of toilet paper down it.

I screamed. And Don came running. He literally thought I was being kidnapped. And then complained of chest pains. I felt bad.
But seriously. How would you react? I find it hard to be cool and collected when grossness is gushing out all over my bathroom floor.

After this lovely event I put Chloe to bed and noticed her room smelled like an urinal.
I figured out quickly it was her trash can with a pull up in it. (yes she still wears one at night.) And then she informed me that she had "peed in the trash can"
today. Because she "was locked in the room and couldn't get out."
Also true.
Like I said, bad day.
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.
After all, the other day at the park she out of the blue walked to the edge, took down her pants, and peed in the grass.
Apparently she is under the misguided impression she is a boy.

And that my friends was my day. A lot of pee and a lot of whining.
All in a day's work.