can she see me on the toilet?

So I need some direction! I have been referred to go see this amazing psychic and I'm really excited about it, she sounds AMAZING! But as a mother I have to multi-task! So while phone calls are generally made while the kids a sleeping or watching television (not very responsible mum I know!). But this morning while little man was at school and little miss playing in her pack-and-play while I took a pee, I figured I would call to schedule an appointment. As I was leaving a message, I thought oh shit, if she can do phone readings will see be able to tell I'm peeing?!?!?!?!?

fucking grocery shopping

So normally I love grocery shopping. I know it's a bit odd but I do. However, grocery shopping with two kids is mildly challenging! So why little man is in preschool I try to take little miss and hit up the K-town! I shop and shop, oh shit I forgot diapers, blah, blah, blah. Of course because it's mid-day there is only one line open. So here I go, load up the conveyor belt while the 60-something cashier finishes cashing out the 70-something woman ahead of me. Now she's got re-useable grocery bags, which is great for the environment, however 60-something cashier/baggers struggle with this concept. And oh, lets not forget that the customer can not lift bags that are too heavy so only one item per bag please. And oh, tick-tock, tick-tock, I have to pick little man up in 25...now 20...now 15 minutes. A 50-something bagger comes to help, wow, that was close. What the fuck is the cashier doing? No, no, no, you can't take off your apron and walk away. Now 10 minutes until pick up. And cue little miss beginning to cry. Oh fuck you all, I don't have time for this. The kids will have to have frozen chicken nuggets and skim milk (not organic) for lunch because someone is a fuck-up....I'm just not sure who it was just yet.

here's where the story ends...

so T said that he's moving out Monday. My ex, recovering alcoholic, unemployed, baby daddy is moving into a sublet studio right downtown for the summer. Yes, I'm worried about relapse. Yes, I'm scared he'll meet some hot, young girl. Yes, I'm worried about being alone all the time with the kids and no help...when do I shower or take out the trash? But mostly, I'm terribly sad! I kept thinking that eventually he would change his mind, eventually he would realize that me and our family were too good to walk away from. How can he leave? How can he just walk away from 15 years? I can't believe this is really the way this story ends!

i don't think we can figure out all our problems...

So T and I went to see The Five Year Engagement , like a date for separated people...confusing I know! We both loved it. I think that it was a bit like hearing a song where you think it's like your life story...but everyone has a different story in the same song. So I left thinking T has to see now that nothing is perfect, but this relationship is too good/important/add your adjective here to end this. His take home, maybe I should move to San Fransisco...douche bag.