Scattered Thoughts

Today L, N, and I made chocolate chip cookies (actually the baking has yet to occur -- the mixing alone took us a couple hours). O decided to pull himself away from his Spiderman cartoon once we reached the only ingredient he desired -- chocolate, of course. The boy loves himself some chocolate. Chocolate milk. Chocolate ice cream. Chocolate syrup. Hot chocolate. Chocolate pudding? No. Makes him gag. After eating several handfuls of chocolate, he lost interest in baking and resumed his Spiderman marathon.

L's been requesting we bake chocolate chip cookies all week. It's become a bit of a tradition for us to bake chocolate chip cookies to bring along on our summer vacation. Today, a rainy day, was a perfect day for baking. When I was a child and I'd spend nearly all summer every summer at my grandparents' farm, rainy days were reserved for baking. Always chocolate chip cookies. Sometimes lemon cookies. Usually buns. Sometimes ginger snap cookies. Apparently, my grandma had much more patience and energy than I do now.

Yesterday, I read dooce.com. I recall reading Dooce a while back, but I never stuck with it. I was led back to Dooce by mention of her on another blog. Apparently, she taped with the Dr. Phil show yesterday. My interest piqued, I wandered over to Dooce's blog. I learned that Dooce also suffers from Depression. She writes more openly and bluntly about it than I. Yet, I've felt every single feeling she describes. I am grateful for her transparency and complete honesty. If you ever deal with Depression or if you try to understand the illness in somebody else, turn to dooce.com which will also lead you to Dooce's husband's blog where you can learn what it's like to live with somebody with Depression.

N has a sinus infection. She's had a bloody nose during the night for over a week. Her sleeping habits have become less habitual and more random. Thus, she's slowly falling asleep on the boople right now. Perhaps I won't make it out the door to yoga this evening after all.

Oh, one more random thought. My husband hasn't read my blog lately. He does know about its existence. I did tell him about the 'divorce' post. He still hasn't looked. But he wanted to make sure you all know he is not a complete jerk. He's not. The other night, upon completing my yoga practice, I cried. I cried because I need to show my husband how much I love him. I really do.