It’s been a weird week.
For one thing, I’ve spent most of the week doing shots. Of Nyquil. I’m not even being facetious about that, I’ve been very sick and I literally lost the dosing cup because who can even keep up with those things? And just so you know, half of a shot glass is almost the same thing as a dosing cup.*
Actually I just looked that up to be totally sure and then I struck up a conversation with the lady sitting next to me at this Chick-Fil-A (where I am working today because playground + story time y’all.)
And she asked me what I do for a living and I told her that I am a writer.
Then she asked me what I write, so I told her about my new book and that I write about life and parenting with a faith-based perspective.
And I forgot that what was up on my screen was a google search that read “How many milliliters are in a shot glass?”
At 9:45 in the morning.
On a Wednesday.
So you know, there’s that.
I haven’t been sleeping well, partially because of the cold and partially because Scarlette woke me up twice in the middle of the night.
J and I heard a weird noise and then we heard the baby gate in the hallway open, which at 4:15 in the morning is fairly terrifying. We were slightly worried, J because he thought there might be an intruder in the house and me because this is what happened the last time that J thought there was an intruder in the house.
We got up to investigate and found Scarlette sitting straight up in her bed, surrounded by coloring books and her bucket of crayons that she had apparently retrieved from the living room. She was staring straight ahead while she colored and when we tried talking to her we discovered that she was sound asleep.
She was sleep coloring, y’all.
So we got her settled back in bed and then about twenty minutes later we heard a noise again and this time found her standing in front of her dollhouse holding her Toy Story dolls. Still sound asleep.
Sleepwalking is super creepy.
Also, turns out that after story time at this Chick-Fil-A all of the kids get free ice cream sundaes.
Which I just learned when my dairy-free kid came running to me with big tears streaming down her face while sobbing “MOMMY I NOT ALLOWED TO HAB ICE CREAM BECAUSE IT HURTS MY TUMMY BUT ALL DA UDDER KIDS ARE HABING ICE CREAM AND I NOT!”
So that is how my week has gone so far.
And it’s only 10:45 on Wednesday.
On the bright side, this bookstore tweeted this out earlier this week, listing my new book alongside Jimmy Fallon and Ann M. Martin.
So I figure that I am now basically an honorary member of The Baby-Sitter’s Club and so I have pretty much just achieved all of my life goals.
Also, is it weird if I frame this? It’s weird, isn’t it.
Whatever, I’m totally doing it.
It’s been a weird week.
*This is not medical advice, do not actually do this.
