Quotidienne

Just a quick post to note that I have nothing to say at the moment. The small details of daily life are grinding me into low-quality, grad-school grade flour, and absolutely nothing exciting or even enraging is happening in my life right now.

We started the South Beach Diet again, which is one of my favorite diets ever, for the fact that I really don't have to change the way I eat. I don't care for bread much, am not a big pasta eater, and can ignore rice when necessary. Of course, this means that the diet doesn't actually help me lose much weight, but that's ok at the moment. What it might help me do is kick the pregnancy related sweet tooth. Before Schuyler, sweets were an occasional (and relished) treat. In the last trimester or so, the Man was sent out 4 times a week for dessert. I thought that was pretty crazy, but that things would settle down after the kid was born. Sadly, the bricks of chocolate that have parked themselves on my caboose have shown that this is not the case. So I am undertaking a serious effort to rein in the sweet tooth. To put a cap on it, as it were.

The Christmas decorations were packed away while I was working on the dissertation this weekend. I was glad not to participate, because it always makes me melancholy to dismantle holiday decorations (especially without cookies and alcohol to add cheer). Anyway, as I was up in my fastness trying to wring another sentence out of my dry sponge of a mind, I heard a cry, a thump, a silence, and a loud "What did you do that for?" from the husband. Seems a fly (common house, not rampaging vampiric) had buzzed by my son, who reacted by trying to kill it. Normal enough, I suppose, even if somewhat bloodthirsty. So he threw something at it- the first thing that came to hand: a Christmas snowglobe. Not normal. I can't even express how not normal I find this. Thankfully, three seasons of baseball have left the boy with a throw only his mother could love, and the snowglobe failed to go through a window. It did not fail to break.

So like I said, not much happening on the ranch lately. Just two adults going through bad food withdrawal and a kid who is competing with my cousin for the WTF medal of honor.