Spring Fever

Okay, call me crazy...but I am really looking forward to the kids getting out of school in a few weeks. Not because I'm the wonderful mother that loves to be surrounded by her kids 24/7. I mean, I love my kids and I like to be around them--but my personal theory is that having kids is like being pecked to death by ducklings. They're adorable and cute and soft and all, but eventually the pecking WILL kill you.

No, my reasons for relishing the end of the school year is just a personality based thing.

I just can't wait for the freedom of summer break. I want to go places, see things, do new things. Routines drive me insane. Schedules make me crazy. My most HATED movie of all time is "Ground Hog Day". To repeat the same things every day is my idea of HELL on earth. So, the monotony of the daily school routine really gets to me. Week after week it's the same schedule, school, carpool, shuttling kids to dance & classes and preschool and everywhere else, then dinner and homework and bedtime.... I can't take it anymore. Give me fresh air and scenery. Interesting things to see and people to watch. Something new, different.

So, that's my issue. I'm really looking forward to sleeping in a bit, too. Not that Sophie will let me, but at least I will be able to pull her into bed with me and not have to get up right away. We'll see how that works out.

My ice-chewing habit finally caught up with me. I broke a tooth today. On bacon, of all things...go figure. It wasn't THAT crunchy. I had a crack in one of my molars that I'd been neglecting for too long. I new it would happen at some point. Some people eat sunflower seeds, some people drink soda, eat chips, chew on pencils or whatever...I eat ice. I chew ice like a snowman in, well, Tucson. I don't know if it's the temperature thing or the mindless oral activity.

Whatever the reason, I ALWAYS have a cup full of ice with me. BTW I am currently at war with my refrigerator ice maker. It hates me and the feeling is mutual.

First, it stopped crushing the ice (the only reason I bought the dang thing in the first place--keeping food cold was just a fringe benefit--it's really only ever been a large ice maker in my mind). That was a huge blow. I love crushed ice. If anyone knows of a refrigerator that makes that little rabbit-pellet ice, let me know. I would pay BIG money for that fridge.

So after that slap in the face, the little piece of crap stopped making the ice regularly. I mean--it has ONE job. Make me some ice. Keep it cold, keep it coming. Is that really so hard? Now, I have to pull the bucket out and clean the ice off the little "sensor" to tell it the freaking thing is NOT FULL. As if I would ever let it get full. So, now in a final act of rebellion, it decided to no longer push the ice out the little door.

It's openly refusing to give me the ice!

I don't know if it's in protest of my frequent verbal abuse or some passive aggressive control issue--but it is now withholding ice to blatantly disrespectful degrees. Oh, sure...every once in a while it'll drop me a nugget. Just enough to leave a cool spot in my glass of water. But if I want any real substantive ice to satisfy my chewing needs I have to open the freezer, pull out the drawer and extract the ice--cube by frozen cube, while balancing the entire bucket on the one hand and holding the cup upright with my armpit. Then I have to try to fit the stupid drawer back in the slot--which seems not to want it to return--EVER.

And now I have my first battle wound in the war with my fridge--a broken tooth. I guess it showed me, huh. Yeah, well...it's gonna be pretty sorry it ever picked this fight when it finds itself alone in the garage. Forgotten. Isolated. Bitter. Working overtime to beat the summer heat--replaced by a younger, prettier model. Oh, yeah. I'm just biding my time. Just wait.

I told you monotony drives me crazy. I think it's time for me to go to bed.