First off, we started watching "The Day After Tomorrow" and let me tell you it's freaking me out. All of this rain we've been having, it's like I'm living the movie. I'm expecting by nightfall a blizzard. I almost went out to Home Depot in search of a propane burner so we could have coffee and soup in case of a blackout. Enough with the drastic weather. Jeesh! And don't get me started on the chiken flu...
Secondly-my son and I went off to the mall to look for a present for my sister in-law(no I'm really not that nice and no she does not remember my birthday) and I think every mom and child in North Westchester was at this crummy little mall. And the worst part was that every kid was eating Burger King food. I don't mind on occasion, but I really hate for my son to be into fast food at such a young age. I should know, my dad had a couple of Burger Chef's and I'm still surprised I was not a huge child from all the fries and milkshakes I scarfed.
Now for my strange bit...
Yesterday I had a very strong sense of foreboding. My son was pointing out his dinosaur juice glass and inquiring about his other glasses in the set. My husband said "Your mommy started saving these a long time ago." And he was right. My roommate and I ate an awful lot of grape jelly to collect these glasses, oh about 17 years ago. Well my son loves them and is very capable and careful handling them, even at 3.
At snack time he wanted more apple juice and GIANT goldfish. When my son eats goldfish, he makes them ALL swim into his mouth. He's very theatrical about it
and it's very funny and sweet. Oh well, he was a little too dramatic with his swimming motions and knocked the juice glass off the table. I screamed. AHHHHHHHHEEEEE! Because I usually scream when glass is broken. (I must have gypsy blood in me)
I didn't scold or yell, but I was a little sad that one of these glasses broke, and the fact that I had a bad feeling about it earlier in the day didn't help either.