Today

One trip to the dentist, Beck’s first, which brought the pleasing discovery of no cavities in either of our mouths. Last year I had my first cavity in 20 years, which the dentist blamed on pregnancy and nursing. I wish someone had told me how much MORE important flossing is during that phase of life.

One trip to the bookstore, stalling until the toy store was open so that we could fulfill our bribery promises – good behavior at the dentist meant toy. It worked – Mr. Stubborn unclamped his jaw long enough for the good dentist to count his teeth.

One oatmeal raisin cookie at said bookstore.

One trip to the toy store, where many things were sampled and one small plastic tiger was purchased (bringing the total number of these toys to… I don’t know… A bajillion?).

Returning home and making cheese triangles (quesadillas) for the kid who wanted them one minute and then threw a massive tantrum over their presence.

One “rest time” wherein I made and ate my complicated salad and checked Twitter and took a breath so as not to lose my temper with Tantrum Boy (this rest time brought to you by my iPhone and my Tempurpedic mattress – kid can’t get enough of either).

One grilled cheese sandwich made after kid rose from rest time, still unnapped

Threats, lots of them, if kid didn’t eat said sandwich AND the goddamn apples accompanying it.

Seventy bajillion “stories” told at his majesty’s constant request (“TELL A STORY ABOUT OSWALD AND ZOE AND FOOFA, MOMMY!”).

One childish tantrum thrown (mine) when telling stories got suddenly overwhelmingly boring.

One tantrum thrown (his) over not wanting to leave the house anymore today and me begrudgingly realizing the potty training time is now and better to stay home.

Two squeezy applesauces eaten in quick succession whilst sitting on the potty, me ducking my head in shame over the extra trash created when we give these to him instead of forcing the regular kind in a bowl.

Two giant puddles of pee cleaned up after kid rose from potty seat swearing he didn’t have to go (only one was on the wood floor, sadly – FINE, WES, let’s roll up the rug tonight).

Two items folded out of the massive pile of laundry Wes has left for me TWO days in a row without fussing about its lack of completion.

Five weekly Weight Watchers points left because of my Saturday birthday cupcake and my Sunday, um, leftover cupcake that required eating.

Nine days until BlogHer and me without an obligatory pre-BlogHer post.

One sleep until my two days “off” (Beck in school) and my birthday massage and drinks with a friend.

Five trillion pounds of guilt over how hard it seems to be on Beck to go to school just two days a week and how I am keeping him in partly so the September school adjustment isn’t so hard but mostly so I don’t go crazy.

Four and a half weeks of summer left.