To DONE List

Today, things were accomplished!

Not any cleaning, because let’s be honest, that is to be saved for Wednesday, hours before my parents arrive, when I’m running around in circles wondering if the trash can is clean enough* and if Voldemort ever located the rod for the toilet paper holder (hint: no) in their bathroom.

However! I made a grocery list! I went to the store! I overspent my grocery budget, because thanksgiving!

And then, halfway through the store, the kid saw a display of canned pumpkin and said, “MMMMmm, punkin pie!” and I went “?!??” because I had no knowledge that my kid had ever even SEEN a real pumpkin pie much less enjoyed eating them, but we bought pumpkin and spices and came home and made a pumpkin pie and a pecan pie, because my many assorted texture issues get to me about pumpkin pie and I cannot deal, but pecan pie is a lovely lovely thing.

Then Voldemort annoyed me very much by asking repeatedly to watch another movie, play a video game, play an educational game please Mama, look up new apps on the ipad, so books on origami were provided (we hit the library today too – returned things, checked out new things, flatly refused to get duped into a game of chess while there, you know. Library things). We eventually managed fairly semi-decent looking cranes, but I remain spatially inept, and we decided that origami is best accomplished with someone else who has no idea what they’re doing, because watching two people follow the same directions and screw them up in different ways is HILARIOUS.

Then there was bread making (me), and fort building (Voldemort), and instructions on how to make the best hot chocolate ever, which I guess involves putting the marshmallows in the milk before heating it up as that makes it super melty and delicious.

I did have to roust Voldemort out of the fort at bedtime – even after agreeing that “FINE, You can sleep in there!” because the lights need to be off, no all the lights, don’t you have a light on your computer to see with Mama? and then the fort got kicked by the one inside it and the walls and ceiling collapsed and my kid is now in their OWN bed, thank goodness.

Now, I have two pies to wrap up and stick in the fridge, and two loaves of bread to drool over before wrapping up on the counter. And then I should reload the dishwasher. But then? Bed. Glorious bed.

*Not a joke. This is what my mother scolded me about last time she was here.