eyes wide open

Let's hope today goes a bit better. I think I had some sleep last night. Mostly through wearing myself out. I feel a bit less like a zombie today. I also hope Senor Onion will be a little more civilized today. I don't think he is getting enough sleep as of late and he is being extra two. He lost going to the library yesterday when he poured his milk out onto the carpet on purpose. The look in his eye when he did it was something else. Rather defiant. Nearly every answer to every situation was, "NONONONO" And he didn't nap. So I think we were thoroughly sick of one another by the end of the day. (he has also taken to employing some significant avoidance tactics when it comes to the whole bedtime routine.) To put it bluntly, yesterday my kid was a bit of an asshole. Somedays are like that and it probably wasn't helped by my particular state of being either. (so hey maybe I was an asshole too.)
But that was yesterday and we can attempt to be more civilized with one another today.

In my sleep-deprived state yesterday I managed to make a fruit crisp and chocolate banana muffins. I also cleaned both of our baths, tidied the kitchen, hand-washed some dishes that needed attending and then tidied Senor Onion's room. Forget napping, let's scour the porcelain!!!!

Mr. Jenner was a peach yesterday and wrangled Senor Onion for awhile and also returned library books that were due. I ordered a new part for the dishwasher and made him a nice dinner and fruit crisp in exchange. We watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I spent most of the movie going, "oh yeah they were so doing it. They are pretty good actors but they aren't that good." So that is my thought on that movie. They are both attractive people who are good with guns and at being semi-naked attractive people. skills yo.

I want to go out to Sephora and investigate sheer lipstick/glosses. And pretty eyeshadow. I also want to go and fondle kitchen stuff. Maybe I will find time to do that this weekend. (I should also make jam)

As for today, we will go to the farmer's market and maybe Trader Joe's. I am out of off-brand cheerios dammit.
And laundry. There will be a great deal of laundry accomplished. Must.clean.

Up in my head.

There is a real danger sometimes as a parent when you attempt to get involved in the logistics of a children's television show. Senor Onion likes to watch Curious George and I really don't pay attention to it but I did briefly and I regret it. I found myself wanting to yell at the television, "Who the hell let's a damn monkey pet-sit. That is so irresponsible. A monkey will eat a person's face and they are letting George be responsible for the welfare of a snake??? Are these people on meth?" I kept it inside.
Also I am sounding like my Mother. (she is a nice lady so that isn't so bad)
She would get worked up about Curious George. "Who is this asshole in the yellow hat who keeps bringing a monkey to social events?" She hasn't had a high opinion of the man in the yellow hat for several decades. I think if he ran into her in a dark alley she would punch him in the kidneys.
There was a similar experience mentioned on Dooce where her husband yelled at a cartoon where an octopus was sitting on a floating couch in a flood. Something along the lines of, "YOU'RE A FUCKING OCTOPUS! WHY AREN'T YOU SWIMMING?!"

You should pay enough attention to make sure the kids aren't watching Body Heat or reading the works of JT Leroy; but you sometimes have to take a step back so you don't lose your mind. Otherwise you may go on some crazed monologue about the neediness of one Telly Monster (who obviously needs some well-butrin or a strong drink) or why Amelia Bedelia is obviously someone with a spectrum disorder and maybe the people who hired her are helping her by teaching her the difference between the literal and the figurative. Not that I have thought about this or anything.

This is how I ended up with my whole theory about Where the Wild Things Are being an allegory for a gay person's coming of age. Too many repeated experiences leads to this kind of stuff. Btw, Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs is really about the dangers of not staying in touch with the sources of your food and letting the powers that be (whether it is the weather or Archer Daniels Midland) have too much control over the food supply. You end up with giant pancakes on your school or food products with corn in everything.