Why is it that little girls LOVE princesses? Is it a nature or nurture thing? Is it ingrained in the brain? Tabula rasa my arse??? Why does every little girl I know wanna be a princess or, at the very least, dress up like one?

And, why the FRICK do I care right now. Seriously. All I care about right now is going to sleep. It’s one of those days where I can’t even LOOK at my email inbox because it overwhelmingly overfloweth, and I’m reminded just how many wonderful people deserve to hear back from me. I’m NOT doing well with that right now. At all. I need to sleep (what ELSE is new?). And, I need to sleep BAD.

Yes, I’ve been scheduling my days better — trying to write a little during the day so that I relax in the evenings and go to sleep at a decent hour. But, with a cheaty little toddler and a hungry little infant, this isn’t always possible. And, here’s where we step out of this li’l tangent and back on track….

Today was an INsane day. Rascal and I went to his first music class EVAH. He was by far the youngest little thing there. But, the music teacher was THUPER brillers at including him in every activity. Although a little cranky in the second half (because tired from all the excitement and new things), Rascal seemed to really enjoy his little one-on-one song and dance time with his mama…. His sweet little cleft chin was PUDGING OUT from all that big smiling!

NEXT the rascal, monkey and I went to the gym. I did a FULL circuit on the machines while they did their THANG in the daycare. I WORKED it HARD, man. Then — baby break: fed and changed the rascal. AND, then, did 35 minutes on the elliptical trainer enjoying EVERY minute of it because of my wicked-arse book, and because I was ACTUALLY sans monkeys. Of course, I love being with my monkeys EVERY MILLISECOND of the day, as usual. But, a girl needs a little space sometimes — especially when she can leave her monkeys in a room full of fun toys and great care while she PUMPS IRON under THE SAME ROOF. I mean, does it get much better than that? (Actually, it would be a wee bit better if my calf muscles weren’t ACHING right now — wtf?)

After 2 hours at the gym (I’m a schmoozer — are you surprised?), we went home and rested up for our PURIM PARTY at the synagogue. Just LOOK at the monkey in her princess costume…!


How beautiful is that sanctuary, by the way? Josh-O and I walked down that aisle on our wedding day….

Actually, it was more like a Purim concert than a Purim party. ACTUALLY, it was Purim prayers…, WHICH I obviously wasn’t aware of — fabulous Jew that I am — until someone told me not to take pictures…. NO PHOTOGRAPHING DURING PRAYERS, BEEYOTCH! Oh well. Hopefully, I won’t get stung by a stingray (how crazy was THAT! really tragic…) in my sleep or something. It was an accident! I didn’t know!

Anyway, good thing I had my camera because the cute doc from The Mom Show was sitting across the aisle from me. I love older men, doncha know…. I’m sure he was wondering why on EARTH I was taking pictures of him during prayers….

The rabbi also wondered why I was taking pictures during prayers IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! of her…?

Easy! Because she was dressed up as a BUNNY? On Easter Purim? VERY cute. But, a little bit “huh?“.

Question, though: would YOU know this was a Purim SERVICE if SHREK was leading it, Gorgeouses? And, Shrek’s DONKAY was the cantor?

I didn’t THINK so!

After the service, I was so tired and hungry that I didn’t get a picture of the monkey eating her hamentashen…. (I only take pictures DURING holy services, apparently….) I can’t tell you how sweet that was.

My little princess….

My little princess…. For whom I yell to perfect strangers everywhere, “MAKE WAY FOR PRINCESS MONKEY!” Yes. I do that. I always do that. She loves it. Some people roll their eyes, but most people smile and…make way.

(I’m not allowed to sprinkle imaginary flower pedals on the ground for her to walk on, though. I learned this just today. Nor am I allowed to throw sparkles. The way must be totally clear…for the princess.)

[13] Comments