Once a week Scarlette and I run what we like to call our “Quarantine Errands” which are all the places we can go that have a drive-thru. Like the bank, the pharmacy, the dry cleaners and Starbucks, thanks to a gift card that I like to refer to as “My Precious.” This is why you should be on Swagbucks. Starbucks. Gift. Cards. The post office should have a drive-through, I think. I mean, it just makes sense. I see nothing in the post office that could not be accomplished in a drive through lane.
Even though we don’t ever actually leave the car, I still like to dress Scarlette up for going out. Tiffani got her this hand knit sailor sweater last Christmas and we’ve been anxiously waiting ever since for Scarlette to grow into it. I’m pretty sure it’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.
Quarantine has had a really positive effect on my housekeeping skills. And by housekeeping skills, I mean that I cleaned the tv screen so that I could watch all of the seasons of FRIENDS on DVD from start to finish. “Joey! The lotion and the powder formed a paste!” I have wrapped all of the Christmas gifts, however, and rearranged all of the frames in the house. I’m very productive.
I watched way more television when Jeff was away than I normally do. That’s how I got hooked on the show New Girl. Because without cable, you have to watch tv at the times the shows actually come on and I never wanted to miss Raising Hope. And why now, when Jeff comes home from work I sing the theme song to Scarlette. I’m all “Who’s that guy? It’s Jeff!” Which might be why she has yet to say “dada.” I might be failing at this parenting thing, that’s what I’m saying.
Speaking of parenting, right now we’re learning about how “we don’t bite mommy”. And by we, I mean Scarlette. No one else is biting me. I’m not Stephenie Meyer. She’s not biting me out of anger, she’ll just smile at me and then lean over and bite me. I’ve taken to calling her Sunny. (Not because of her disposition. Because Sunny is the little girl in Lemony Snicket who bites everything.) She’ll grow out of that right? And also out of crying when I tell her that we don’t bite mommy? If I was the Pioneer Woman, this is where I’d insert some funny phrase like “Help Me, Rhonda!” but I’m not and also, I don’t know what that means. I’m always confused when I read that on her site. Please advise.
