Walk it off, baby.

I was going to talk about the website but honestly I haven't had time to really explore it. As soon as John got home tonight, I bolted out the door for a walk. We think Catie is either sick or teething something fierce as she cried just about all day when she wasn't asleep or being talked to. This, of course, upset Nicky so he got all rashy this afternoon and scratched a number of places bloody. Then I have my heart break to have him cuddled up on me saying "Mommy, I'm sorry I scratched." (We've taught him to rub the itches, not scratch) Jason, my little zen baby, lays back and watches the other two cry (he only cries when he's tired) but he didn't want to eat today.

Thus, the walk to clear my head and restore my equilibrium. And once again, I cannot imagine what my stress levels would be if I had to find something for dinner. One of my comforts is being able to turn off the voice that used to sound constantly in my head "what am I going to fix for dinner". You know, the one that you hear all day, every day. It doesn't matter if you're actually sitting down to dinner, you're still thinking about the next day's meals, or what you could do with leftovers, or if you need to go to the grocery store. Again.

I just saw a commercial for Pizza Hut's Panormous. Seriously? We need a pizza with a pound of cheese on it? We went to the mall last week and got a small gelato for Nicky, as I was sitting with him and watching him eat it with that little spoon, I saw people with the large bowls of four scoops and polishing it off. Oy boy. On a related note, why do many fast food places no longer have a size small? Sometimes, it's just frustrating. I do like that BK has a $1 value size drink and that they now have Coke Zero.

So, tiring day. I just finished my chicken parmesan as I was writing this. I'm going to go savor the lemon yogurt which comes with it then toddle off to bed. Every day is an adventure and in many years, I will wish for even a bad day if I could have them all with me again.