They don't usually get me down, but today was a notable exception. Dull, drizzly grey sky most of the day, compounded by a pervading sense of awfulness carried over from bad dreams last night made for a rough morning. I think Mooch realized this, because she asked me this afternoon if she could "sit 'a lap onna couch" while we listened to Wynton Marsalis and snuggled. I don't know what I'd do without this child. Really. I also had to hold her while she requested that I rub her back and sing lullabies until she was finally ready to go down for bedtime. (No, really- if I finished up a song, her eyes would pop open immediately... "Try again, Mommy!!!" How can you say no to that?)
I'm sure the black mood is a mix of awful weather, burgeoning PMS, and yet another highly irritating exchange with the ex yesterday, but if that gives me an excuse to have more snuggle time with my little girl, I say let it rain!
On a slightly different note, I was also struck with an incomprehensible urge to cook today. I whipped up two different soups, milk biscuits, cookies, wrote out an enormous menu suggestion list for grocery shopping Wednesday, and yet I still feel like I should be in the kitchen. Very odd.
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Cooking = therapy. Seriously. We'll have to do a cookbook exchange at some point...
Occasionally, people find themselves subconsciously drawn to the things they kick ass at. This is a prime example. Feel free to keep it up, and if you need help taste testing, I humbly offer my l33t tasting services!
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