Today was full of pregnant lady problems.
First of all, Moose had way too much fun on the farm - he's always so exhausted after a weekend with three other dogs to wrestle with - and somehow ended up smelling more than a little...skunky. It was really fun to be stuck in a car with him for 2.5 hours. Bless his little dog heart, his feelings were so hurt because we didn't let him sleep on the bed with us for two nights...and I wouldn't let him sleep on the couch, either. He always sits on the couch with us! I was ready to take him to be professionally groomed, but the smell has started to fade and it's not bad at all. He is going to be one happy puppy when I take him and dump him in the bed with Beaux and I. I am sure I should try to break this habit for once and for all but I don't have the heart...as long as he doesn't stink too badly. I do so love that comforting weight of him against my legs. Is there anything more comforting than a dog curled against you?
I had to drop off something at the doctor's office this morning, after I got Thomas to school, of course. I made sure to call ahead because I couldn't remember if I needed more blood work done, that sort of thing - I needed to make sure I ate before anything like that. But no, I talked to my nurse and that was not necessary. I still ended up sitting around for 25 minutes and was starting to feel death-ray glares emerging from my eyes. SERIOUSLY. I was hungry, I wanted to get this done and get on with my day. I know there are other people with appointments and they are very important, logically. I was descending into a hunger spiral.
I let myself get too hungry, which means I get grumpy. And then I start thinking about a certain food and it's over - I really HAVE to have it. And what popped in my brain was waffles - fluffy, Belgian waffles. I tried to think of where I could get such waffles, and I thought - surely, Cracker Barrell has waffles! The obvious choice is Waffle House (or some finer dining establishment) but their waffles are usually flat and not fluffy. I needed fluffy. So, I drove 20 minutes to the nearest Cracker Barrel and...they do not have waffles. I don't know what I was thinking. I had to console myself with pancakes, which was really okay, because at THIS point, I was going to eat some chair legs and call it good. But still - pancakes are not waffles. They just are NOT. AND THEN. They had this delicious looking breakfast casserole on the menu, with a mouth-watering picture. I was ready to try it...until they said they were out. It was just not my day for the breakfast of my dreams.
Also, turkey sausage? I don't even know why I try.
The good thing about today is that Thomas got a much needed haircut. He's always on the shaggy side, but I swear - are they feeding him Miracle-Gro at school? His hair has grown FAST. Also, today he asked me in the car: "How does God make people?" Well then. I told him the bare facts of what we believe (we can talk about metaphor in a few years) but I also told him it was a mystery. Basically, that God was lonely and made us. Later on, we talked about baby Jesus in the manger and somehow, Jonah and the whale is involved, according to Thomas. I really don't know how, but it's all too funny for me. I think they are ramping up getting ready for the Christmas program at school and that's why it's on his mind. I can't wait to hear what he thinks or asks next, really.