My husband has been in Cuba covering the Pope’s visit for 40 days. Okay, it might be 5 or 6 days. The point is – I hope the Pope appreciates that I’m flying solo here. I can only assume it came up (even if briefly) during the Pope’s chat with Fidel Castro.
By the way, how ballsy is Castro that he wears his traditional tracksuit with Pope Francis…
I mean, I might have gone Nike. But Adidas is cool too.
As I’ve attempted to take care of my five children on my own (without the added comfort of a tracksuit), I’ve kept my expectations very low.
Which is good because at one point, I walked into the kitchen and my 2 year old son was guzzling maple syrup from the bottle. I mean, it was organic.
On Monday morning, I did manage to get them all out the door by 7:20 AM with no yelling. Yay for me but can you imagine if “no yelling” was a measure of success before you had children?!
I didn’t yell at my Economics professor all semester!
I took the subway home and never once yelled at all the people who were sitting down even though I had to stand!
I binge watched an entire season of The Good Wife and never yelled at the TV even thought one character got really out of line!
Of course, you wouldn’t say those things but no one goes around doing much yelling until a child says to you many times, “I know I ate my dessert but I didn’t like it so I need another one. Can I have another dessert? Can I have another dessert? Can I have another dessert? Why not? Why not? Why not?”
Also this week, I had no one to turn to and say, “Did you hear that Scott Walker dropped out of the Presidential race? Wait – who the heck is Scott Walker?”
I think he was on Happy Days. Or that might have been Scott Baio.
Now that I think about it (AKA googling) – maybe he’s the Governor of Wisconsin.
That means only 54 Republican candidates left in the race!
I did mention the big Scott Walker news to the woman who rang me up at the CVS pharmacy but I didn’t get the feeling she wanted to get into a big political discussion.
In conclusion…. tracksuits rule, I’m trying not to yell, and I now can name the Governor of Wisconsin.