November 22nd, 2010

definitely fried

We took the Peanut for his first official visit to see Santa this weekend. Unfortunately Santa was outside the entire time, in 35 degree weather, and I was wearing flip-flops. Sigh. The Peanut stayed quite warm, covered in blankets, but momma froze her freaking ass off. You’d think being a parent would mean your judgement improved, but oh no, that would make too much sense.

See, when the basement was ruined and then fixed, all of my shoes were down there. And they are all now covered in ick and I refuse to touch them. So yeah, I gotta go buy some shoes… but I’ve been a little busy (ha ha). So now it’s freezing cold outside and I keep wearing flip-flops because all of my other shoes are no good. What’s really sad is that everyone else had hats, coats, gloves and they were jumping up and down (we waited outside in a line… not the brightest idea) — and I had on a sweater and flip-flops.

Being a parent has fried my brain.