Sunday, March 8, 2009

Just for Fun

The time changed today. This means the clocks in my house that I didn't reset last time are now correct again. (There are only two such clocks in my house, by the way). This also means that I got home from last night's Rabid Aardvarks show at 3:45 a.m. instead of 2:45 a.m. (Yikes!). However, thanks to my nanny, Lauren, and my post-show massage, I feel very good today and was able to plow through several loads of laundry, run kids to and from their playdates, and clean the house (Aubrey and Regan both had friends sleep over last night . . .). Nonetheless, I have a feeling tomorrow morning will be rough . . .

Our week has been uneventful, so I'll summarize the major highlights and spare you the rest. We've all recovered from our various aliments. Jack has been missing Jeff more than usual. Regan has distributed all her Girl Scout Cookies. Aubrey got a new cell phone. Finn has learned his colors (he now chooses to call things not by their names, but by their colors. For example, he used to call macaroni "roni." Now, he calls it "yellow."). I finally acquiesced and got a Facebook page to appease my band. I really haven't gotten into those networking sites and expect I will neglect my Facebook page as much as I neglect the Myspace page I got when I first joined the band three years ago (and which I haven't changed or updated since . . .). I have appointed Aubrey to be my official Facebook page administrator and have vested her with the authority to post pictures, updates, etc. at her convenience.

And speaking of my band, we have a big show coming up this Friday, March 13th. We'll be playing at Bub's Irish Pub in Germantown, Wisconsin (another Milwaukee suburb). We'll be celebrating some birthdays for one of the band members and a couple of our SuperFans. There will even be free beer and food (as long as it lasts . . .). So, if you are reasonably close and have nothing better to do Friday night--and even if you are not reasonably close and have other very important things to do--I recommend you come to the show. It will be one for the record books. For details and directions, you can visit our web site:

And now, if you'll excuse me:
Confidential to Target Corp.--Since when do your stores close at 9:00 p.m.? For some of us (oh say, for example, rock star-widow-moms with a high-wired toddler), the night has barely begun at 9:00 p.m. As a result of your discrimination against us ("us" being, for example, people who don't need a lot of sleep and who have no one to talk to and nothing to do after their kids go to bed and who soothe their boredom with late-night shopping trips), I will either have to ration the remaining six diapers in the house until the next opportunity arises to patronize your store OR buy ridiculously overpriced diapers from Pick-n-Save. Given that I just greased Finn's bowels with an overdose of Velveeta Shells & Cheese, I think the rationing option may be impractical. However, I am similarly disinclined to be held hostage to grocery store diaper-prices. After all, I am a woman of principle. Do you understand my dilemma, Target? Do you? Sunday nights should be no exception--I beg you, please stay open until 10 or 11 p.m. And, Pick-n-Save, I see you looking all smug over there because you stay open past 9:00 p.m. on Sunday nights, but you, too, are irksome: you used to be open 24 hours. I suggest you revert to that habit. Otherwise, I will be forced to forsake you both for the Speedway up the street. At least they can offer me a 50 cent hot dog that has been slow-cooked under a light bulb all day and a 64 ounce Dr. Pepper to go with my Slim Jims and $13.99 6-pack of Little Swimmers (because that's the only kind of diaper they sell . . . ). Late night knows no loyalty!!!

That's all.


mka said...

I'm glad I live in a small town, nothing here is over three minutes away, so I wouldn't have any long drives to mess with. And not only that you were fully potty trained by 16 months, (lucky me)so I wouldn't have had to buy you diapers in the first place.(yeah) And, in your day and age cloth diapers were the norm and disposables were only for traveling, so I still wouldn't have had to go on a diaper run. Oh how times change. Nothing like being able to rub it in. What are moms for. Love, Mom

Sean Stevens said...

I am in TEARS, Kelly! Thanks so much for the laugh - I needed one today.