We made oatmeal cookies today and I forgot to put in the sugar. Oops, yuck.
However, I told Phoebe she could have as many as she wanted, and that she could have them for breakfast (raisins and oatmeal and no sugar, how bad can it be?), so I was really popular for a while this afternoon. She said “for real???”
Also I called my uncle and landlord to come fix the furnace which mysteriously stopped working – because I had bumped the master switch with the laundry basket and turned it off on my way down the stairs, and was too dopey to check it. And that’s not the first time I’ve done that, including the calling for help part.
However, once he was here he wet-vacced my basement which had several inches of water in it. I felt really guilty that he did it, and I got the impression from him that I should be doing it, but I just can’t. I’d rather wear galoshes to do laundry than take on pumping the flooded basement with Phoebe running around in the fetid water while I do it.
Guilt guilt guilt.
For Real?