A Photo Of Myself & My Day. {Day 1}

Today is Day 1 : A photo of yourself and a description on how your day was.

So, this is a photo of me, taken by photo booth on my Mac, while sitting on my bed which moonlights as a bedesk :

My bedesk currently looks like the following picture during nap & bed times around here for the little mister :

I wish I could leave it like this, but my child would take a pure delight in the highlighters by coloring. I love my bedesk {bed/desk} and I'm not sure where the husband intends on sleeping once he gets home. He normally sleeps on the left side {looking at the picture} of the bed, where the printout of your tarsal bones {but looks suspiciously like a printout of a penis in this picture} is. I'm pretty sure my bedesk is going to get vetoed and I will be moving to the playroom area at night in a couple of weeks. Blast.

Picture of the tarsal bones printout to prove I WAS studying the damn bones of the feetsies :

So my day ...

Let's see. I had made muffins last night since I already had the oven heated from making cookies for a study break. After reheating them and wondering why the little man wasn't thrilled about breakfast, I took a bite and instantly knew. FiberOne muffins suck. That's the last time I spend that much money on a muffin mix. From now on, I'm sticking to my $0.50 packets of Martha White muffins. Which is what I made after the FiberOne catastrophe.

From there, I ignored my child in his feeble attempts to make me watch Special Agent Oso. He asked so sweetly to go watch it on my bed, so I said yes. I then climbed back into bed with him and took a very short 25 minute nap, only to be woken back up to a kid who is apparently part-ninja and rolling around on my bed.

Twitter, Facebook and the likes until I realized how long ago it was I last showered. FYI, the only thing that will entertain your kid fully when they're awake and you're attempting to shower is Dora. I'm not sure what the creators put in that show, but it's visual crack for kids. I was always against Dora until I learned of it's mystical powers over children. {As a baby shower present to all my friends in the future, I'm buying them a box set.} My kid shouts for Boots and Tico because I told him Dora was a slut and he wasn't allowed to be friends with her. Okay, I didn't say that, but she's highly irresponsible to just go exploring without parents and I wish she would wear a longer shirt, because showing your mid-drift is so '90s people, unless you're a certain pretentious and uber obnoxious girl that I had the misfortunate of knowing for a brief period some years ago. Today, I turned on Little Bear {another show that generally puts me to sleep if I ever had to watch it} and jumped in the shower. Somewhere between that and me rinsing out the shampoo in my hair, a little hand creeped into the shower and turned the temp to scalding hot. I let out a wild scream and started hopping around to escape the water.  Upon hearing my Nancy Kerirgan scream, the little hand creeper was polite enough to turn it back to ice cold. You know, to help the welts that were now on my body. Morale of the story : Put Dora the Whora on if you want to take a shower and your kid is awake.

Lunch, a phone call from the husby, and study time followed that. After nappy time, we headed across town to return my redbox movie that took me two nights to watch {glad it was only $1.09 a night ... take that Blockbuster and your atrocious $5 rentals!).

Chili Frito pie is what's for dinner, while the minion was happy to eat chicken nuggets with some Frito chips. Completed the only load of laundry I could round up {bath rugs}, cleaned the kitchen and here I am ... on my bedesk, obviously putting off more studying so that I can write this post up and listen to my newest favorite band Mumford&Sons. Now that I'm finished, I'm back to trying to retain some of the 302 things I learned about the bones for my test tomorrow.