A Bowl of Rice Cakes

Well Blog, I did slim down a bit, and then we ordered Chinese food.  So you know how that goes.  I need to get back to kickboxing but I cannot go outside because I am not an Eskimo.  Only Eskimos are allowed outside nowadays.

Okay so the house that I live in was built in 1850 and therefore it is an ice cube.  So one of the places mama can actually feel her own blood circulating again is in the nice warm shower. And of course I have told these children time and time again not to bother me in the shower unless someone is bleeding out.(very rare occurrence).  So la dee da one leg is shaved and

KNOCK KNOCK.

Yes? Door opens and frost covers everything in the bathroom.

There isn't any Bee cereal, and I don't like Raisin Bran so can I have a bowl of rice cakes for breakfast?

(A bowl of rice cakes?)

Check above the stove, there are a bunch of cereals I bought yesterday.

Okay.

~End scene~

Now, Bloggy, I simply don't have the time or energy to think about why my son wants a bowl of rice cakes for breakfast.  Or why he feels he must freeze me to death in the shower.

But what I DO know is that E goes from this

to this 

in a matter of seconds with no warning.  Also, this balloon is one she picked out yesterday that hubby came home with and I was like wait, what?  I am pregnant, and it's a girl and you all knew this and I didn't until he was like no she just wanted the pink one.  And I was like phew.  Close call.