You Know I'm A Dancing Machine

Okay....we have talked recently about my habit
of singing continually to every person in my household
(and a fortunate few outside of it), and maybe I should
further tell you that sometimes it's just a line or two
from a song that I sing throughout the day.
Just blurting it out at random times.
The same line, over and over.
I'm sure this is pure magic to my family.
Imagine their delight when I start doing this.
Like a broken record.
A happy little broken record dancing through the house.

I'll tell you what phrase I've been singing over and over
to Baby J lately (probably warping that child's tiny
little brain). You can even hear it yourself.
Song #2 on the juke box.
Just the first line or two.

What a night for a dance.
You know I'm a dancing machine.

I don't know why that line in particular
gets stuck in my head, but it does.
Listen to it a few hundred times and maybe
it will get stuck in your head too.
But I also use that whole song to sing to
Baby J in one of those original tunes I was
telling you about. Only it goes along
the lines that whatever I am singing in the
verse, it comes back to the chorus that "all the while"
Baby J is spitting up on me.
(instead of dreaming of revelry as the song says)
'Cause that's what he does.
I sing and he pukes.
Then I change both of our clothes and we do it again.

Tomorrow Mr. Popsicle is coming over
to get my kids for belated birthday revelry
with my children.
He's taking the oldest three to McDonalds for lunch in honor
of Lovely K's recent birthday. I guess he didn't get enough
of it the first time he took the kids there.....or maybe he's just
now adequately recovered. But this means that since
Lloyd Dobbler will be in The Big City
and the kids will be gone,
I will have an hour or two of
PEACE and QUIET tomorrow
(provided Baby J cooperates).
Hip hip hooray.
All day I have been going back and forth in my mind
with what I will do.
Will I redeem the time and clean bathrooms
or dust or CONTINUE to attack the endless laundry
situation......OR.....will I watch a movie and eat the kids'
Easter candy while they are gone?
Stay tuned.

In other news:

I met this woman at the grocery store this afternoon
and it was just the most interesting thing. She got in line
behind me at the check out.
I was helping Lovely K and Sweet T
unload the grocery cart onto the conveyor belt.
This lady and her small toddler son were looking at Baby J.
What made me go back there at first was that my open purse
was on the far side of Baby J where I couldn't see it and that's
where this lady was standing. Lloyd Dobbler rolled his eyes
when I told him that little detail in the story,
but that's the truth. Hey, I had a friend turn her back on her
purse in her buggy not so long ago and somebody lifted her
wallet right out of it. So anyway,
I stepped back there to make
sure I wasn't being knocked over
(like I'm a bank---you knock over banks, right? Not people?).
This lady also had a baby carrier on the back of her buggy
where I had Baby J. She asked how old my baby was
and I told her four months. She said that her baby was four
months old too. I told her what day Baby J was born on
and she got this funny look on her face.
Her baby was born the same day.
And get this: we were at the same hospital
(in the next Tiny Town over so it's not like we were in,
you know, New York City or something).
We both had C-sections that day.
I bet I saw that baby girl in the nursery.
I just thought that was so interesting.
She gave me her husband's business card because it has
their e-mail address on it. She suggested we meet at the
park or something. She's German and it occurred to me
when I was walking away that maybe
she doesn't know many people here.
She seemed so nice. So I'm going to contact her
and maybe have them over for lunch or something.
I haven't had a German buddy since I was 5.

So that was my Walmart adventure today.
Big E was at baseball practice so I just had three
of the four with me. As we were finishing up I realized
that Lovely K and Sweet T had been unusually good.
Not that they are ever WILD THINGS when we are
in the store, but usually I am riddled with questions
throughout the store and have to stop people from touching
things here and there. Not today. I don't think I had to
get onto them at all---except Lovely K for dancing around,
but that child is always dancing around.
I figure she'll get self-conscious someday.
Anyway, I bought them M&Ms to scarf on the way home
as a reward for their unsolicited excellent behavior.
They were thrilled.
I'm so glad I can thrill my kids with a bag of peanut M&Ms.
(It wasn't even the king size.)

What a night for a dance, Dear Reader.
You know I'm a dancing machine.

Oh, if only you were here to hear me
belting out those lines to you.
Then your life would be complete.
I'm telling you, DR,
you don't know what you're missing.