
I had a dream last night that I was going to England, but it was one of those stupid dreams nothing goes right. In my dream, I suddenly realised I was going to be late for the plane, and I wasn't packed, and couldn't find anything and so forth. Bit frustrating. I did get to England in my dream though, and I saw the HM the Queen, so that was good.
Craigslist is god. I put an ad on there for child care, and I got a response today. Fingers crossed she isn't some weird psycho or anything. Any questions I should ask to make sure she isn't a weird psycho? You know, besides, 'so, are you a weird psycho, or what?'
Went home at lunch again today and met Charlie's bus. I have to say this could easily become habit. It's nice to go home for lunch and see Charlie for a bit.
I'd bought him (and myself) a sandwich from the Quik-E-Mart down the road, (okay it's called Quick Stop, but we've called it Quik-E-Mart for years)and Charlie's sandwich was Lebanon bologna with nothing on it. No cheese, no mayo, nothing. It's how he likes it. I hand him his sandwich and he says 'But I wanted salad on it.'
I stared at him. This from a child who would patiently remove any thread of lettuce from his Taco Bell taco because he doesn't like 'salad'. 'Salad?' I repeat, not sure I heard him correctly.
'You were supposed to get salad because I like vegetables now.'
More incredulous staring from me, as I wonder how quickly I can get some salad for his sandwich before he changes his mind. I thought of putting some of the lettuce from my hoagie onto his sandwich, but it was covered in oil and stuff I know he wouldn't like. Meanwhile Charlie is still babbling about vegetables.
'Is there broccoli? Because it makes strong muscles!' he demonstrates by affecting a muscle building pose.
I run to the freezer, we have broccoli. 'Would you like me to make you some broccoli?'
He considers it a bit. 'Not right now. But I like vegetables now.' he says cheerfully, biting into his sandwich.
I sure hope this isn't a passing phase.