We just passed mile marker 222. I wonder how many times I've driven this stretch of I15. Let me do a little math. On average, I probably drive from Cedar City to Salt Lake about 10 times per year. SO--10 times 15 is 150. Shit. That's 150 times too many.
Janzen is singing in a school program tonight, so we're headed up north, again. Not that I don't want to see him. We've missed so many of his school events, and I can't wait to hear him sing, but fuck dude. E is listening to Stern on the Sirius. I pretty much hate Stern. Don't get me wrong. I'm not morally opposed to him, but I just get so fucking over the midgets (ok--little people) and boobs and his suggestions to perfectly beautiful women that they loose 15 pouonds and game shows with drunken homeless people and cock-sucking jokes.
And, of course, Sophie will NOT sleep in the car as she is a freak of nature. She watched one movie (Strawberry Shortcake Dresses Up) on the lap-top, but then the DVD player got all fucked up. Now she's alternating between whining, listening to a Sesame Street CD on her headphones, and saying she needs to pee. So far this trip--we've made 2 stops on the side of the road, but nary a drop of pee have we seen (except from me, while demonstrating the proper way to squat by the side of the car).
Tomorrow is the last official day of school for teachers. I'm skipping out, but promised my principal I'd make up the day next week.
Boring post, I know, but I'm trying to get back in the blogging habit. Maybe Soph will throw up or something--and I'll have something to talk about.
Oh--I set up Sophie Says: You're Wrong on its own blog. I've really gotten a kick out of writing for it. Getting out of my own head, and trying to write in Sophie's voice, well the voice I think she'll have when she gets big, is surprisingly theraputic. Currently, the new blog only has stuff that I've posted here, but I (that is SOPHIE) will try to update that one daily, if we receive enough questions to answer. Thanks much to those who have written in to email@example.com, and thanks again to Rob for the great idea.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Summer sundresses (for her, not me)
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Finding car entertainment