Then we have the cat that is just kind of roaming and meowing incessantly because he's hungry. No kidding, Clifford... You should have eaten when you had the chance.
Which leads me to upstairs, where Eggroll, the lizard (Chinese Water Dragon to all you reptiphiles) has just returned to his cage, from where he had ESCAPED, and was perched precariously on the window sill of my son's room. At that point, Clifford was on high alert, ready to pounce. Fortunately, crisis averted, although it probably would have shut the cat up for a while.
And if any of you were under the misguided impression that your kids would grow out of their cartoon/trading card/anime obsessions, don't count on it. I am making Pokémon mac-n-cheese for Moody Teen (yes, he's almost 16 and will be authorized to drive a vehicle on Saturday), while he is re-watching the Pokémon marathon on TV that he watched yesterday. I am not sure how it happened, but Mew, Pikachu and Quilava (evolved form of Cyndaquil, duh) are back and even more popular than before.
Sweet Mr. Beans has disappeared to the bathroom for the second time in 30 minutes. I am thinking either food poisoning or stomach flu. Lovely.
And me? Well, I am fit to be tied. Is that the expression? Don't worry, you'll get all the sordid details later. Or, you may just see me on the nightly news. I'll be the one having to be restrained from attacking a mom of multiples and a jolly British bloke.
Meanwhile, I am thumbing my nose at Tena and her weight loss gang, and am on my 6th or 7th cookie. Surely my self-esteem can handle another 5 lbs.