Guilty pleasures

• I finally figured out why I should buy my lentils from the international grocery store: they don’t have the skins on. My WalFart lentils are all covered with skin… I didn’t know they were such a pretty yellow underneath! We lentil soup for dinner tonight… perfect for this cold weather.  Not so guilty.  Yet.  We have yet to see Ye Olde Temperamental Intestine thinks of it.
• Not so perfect for cold weather, but a comfort food, nonetheless, is Homemade Cherry Cordial ice cream. Homemade is a brand here in Indiana… not me being the Happy Homemaker. Too bad my nose is so stoppered up that it doesn’t even taste like much.
•  Silver Jewelry Club.
• Dr. Pepper/Diet DP mix.
• Rereading books.  I have an entire shelf of keepers
• Staying up late after I put Hamza to bed to websurf.
• Napping on the couch during cartoons.
• Online games.
• Rusk Shampoo and Tigi S Factor Serious Conditioner.  Will become much more guilty when I actually buy the stuff… that freaky but oh so wonderful conditioner is 28 smackers a pop.
• Bath and Body Works Minute Manicure… or is it instant manicure.  Its nice stuff. Feels so good.
• Sushi.

No cold toes here!

• I think our indian summer has finally come to an end.  Its 43° F outside.  Its been only a little warmer than that all day.  I still wore my birkenstock sandals.  Funny part was that my feet weren’t cold.  The rest of me was!
• What did I do wrong with my child?  He’s snotty, talks back, can’t play by himself, is addicted to television (my fault, i’ll own that one), and is having daytime wetting problems.  *sigh*  the other half of the dynamic parenting duo thinks we aren’t been strict enough with the child.  I am of two different opinions – one is getting really freaking pissed off (ha, an unintended pun!) because I can’t keep the kid clothed for an entire week because he pees in his pants.   The other is worrying if its a medical problem and I will feel like an ass for getting mad about it.
• Being the 95% caregiver for my son is wearing me out.  I wish I had the patience and understanding and desire to just enjoy my son’s company.  When he goes over to his father’s house, I don’t miss him.  At all.  I just feel so relieved and relaxed and I don’t look forward to him coming home.
• I apologized to my stove tonight for almost blowing out the flame.  It didn’t answer back, thank God. I felt a little silly about it at the time.
• Hamza and I spent the afternoon with a friend of mine who lives in an assisted living facility.  Seeing all these people, who probably had a life somewhere, reduced to living with a roommate in a room the size of my college dorm room feels so sad.  It kills me that we can’t find ways to take care of these folks in our own families.  I don’t know if I am oversimplifying because I don’t have this situation my too small, barely 2 generational family or if people just are too lazy or too busy to care for their own.