Wednesday, February 07, 2007


Outside of pregnancy, I've never woken up at 4am and thought, "Cookies. Cookies are what I need right now and I'll cry until I get them."

Apparently, I don't have the mind of a toddler.

Zac woke up this morning and demanded cookies. I don't usually cave into his demands, but I have an inherent aversion to being woken up out of a sound sleep. Just imagine an arm reaching out to silence an alarm clock. Without really being fully awake, your body just instinctively tries to stop whatever noise woke you up in the first place.

That's how it was with me last night as I picked Zac up and brought him downstairs. He ran as fast as his little legs could take him into the kitchen, pointed up at the pantry and then looked at me like, "What part of this equation do you not understand? I. WANT. A. COOKIE" I gave him a handful of Nilla Wafers (which are called cookies in my house because the American lexicon lacks words like "biscuit" or "wafer" when referring to a crunchy baked goods) and he dutifully tromped out of the kitchen, up the stairs and back into bed with his cookies.

If that were the end of story, it would have been an uneventful night. It's just that he wouldn't go back to sleep. The Cookie Monster wanted to play. When I wasn't game he ended up kicking me in the back, repeatedly, until 6am or so when we finally both passed out.

I'm at work right now, still tired and bleary-eyed, but smiling. I have an appointment on Friday to see a psychologist and West Virginia came over last night for burritos and bad television. After I made dinner, he cleaned my kitchen and I almost fainted from joy. He admitted that he's a bit of anal, clean-freak. I think if you have to have a compulsion, there are worse ones than the desire to clean someone else's living space.

Especially after that person just cooked you dinner.


Anonymous said...

So tell us about the burritoes. How were they? What did you put in them? Can you tell I'm ready for lunch??

And Em woke up at 3 one time, ready for some type of food. If that's all it takes, so be it.


Pregnant In Texas said...


*laughing* That is the craziest request for information I've ever read. As I've said before, though, I'm nothing if not giving.

The burritos were made with lean flank steak with onions, lettuce, cheddar cheese, guacamole, tomatoes and a regrettable choice of flour tortilla. I'm pretty crazy when it comes to whole wheat products, but I didn't want to force it upon someone that I'm just getting to know.

I hope you get to eat lunch soon!

wildflower said...

I fully support you having an anal clean freak in your life. That sounds exactly like what you need. (btw - i can remember a time when you were a neatfreak. you were the only college student i knew who had white carpet and a vacuum.

Pregnant In Texas said...


I'm still an exceptionally good vacummer. Seriously, I need to get new filters for my vacuum because it's losing suction. It's kitchens and baths that I have problems maintaining.

Ali said...

Well hot dog! That sounds like a keeper. I'm glad you had a good time before the cookie monster made his appearance!

Keep us posted on Friday. I'm glad things have come together!

Anonymous said...


Have I told you how much I love this stuff? Because I do. I get a grilled chicken salad at a local restaurant and pay 2 bucks more than I should just because they put nice little slices of avacado on it. Yum.

I've never had anything other than flour tortillas.

I went home for lunch and unloaded the dishwasher, folded and started another load of clothes, reloaded the dishwasher, then had a tuna fish sandwich. But I wanted a burrito instead. :(

Hope you're having a great day NSPIT!