Ok. I’m just going to go ahead and say it.
I know it’s not political correct this week but…
If I have to hear “Beat It” one more time, I may have to start popping pills myself.
At first I was totally grooving with all the Michael Jackson songs, just like Jessica. But you just can’t hear “Thriller” 16 times a day and feel sane. You just can’t. The guy was brilliant. It’s totally tragic. But please, at this point, I’m begging for some Kelly Clarkson and Jonas Brothers.
Meanwhile, I think my 2 1/2 year-old is addicted to Red Bull. I mean, I can’t officially prove she drinks the stuff but the girl suddenly can’t fall asleep at night, wakes up ridiculously early and often doesn’t nap.
And she keeps insisting her name is “Sleeping Beauty” which I think is Wikipedia’s exact definition of irony.
Meanwhile, Dylan now demands to be called Ariel.
So screw it, I’m making them call me Snow White.
And if you’re wondering, Snow White is adjusting very well to the suburbs. Why didn’t you all tell me about this place sooner?! It’s SO MUCH EASIER WITH KIDS here. We go to the pool. We have fun at the beach. We enjoy the playgrounds. Dylan doesn’t step in poop (hopefully dog, could be human) while wearing flip flops anymore. No one has to escort us to the bathroom at Whole Foods. If it’s raining, we just GET IN THE CAR.
And 4 1/2 year old Dylan has been wowing the Westchester kids with her exotic urban headdress…
Yeah, I don’t know why she’s wearing that.
Of course, I’m still totally lonely because I don’t really have any friends (you know, except for the ones on TV). At least, the real Snow White had those dwarfs. But look – my neighbor gave me a home baked banana bread!
Which is obviously so much better than pound cake.