You know how worship can be sincere, ultra-personal communication with God? Unfortunately, I get distracted by ridiculous things instead.

Last Wednesday, I ended my week-long Cool Vegetarian Challenge. It actually went 8 days, but not by choice. On the last day, I never got around to getting meat for lunch. And then I was going to make chicken curry for dinner, but got home late and instead cooked a couple of VeggieBurgers from the stockpile.
I wish I could say that I had some transcendent epiphanies from going without dead animal for 8 days, but I didn’t. There were a few things learned though:

It stretched my boundaries a little on …

Lost is known for throwing people off, making them scrunch their eyebrows and say, “Huh?” So are we. And if you ever saw us watching Lost, I’m not sure which would mystify or disturb you more: the time-traveling happenings on the Island or the weird arrangement in the Cool Studio.
The castaways wonder if they just saw the mythical Cool ‘Rents

This is our Wednesday routine:

A normal work day except that I remind Cool Mum at least 10 times that the boy needs to be asleep by 9:00.
After work, we have dinner …

The boy has diarrhea this morning. Cool Mum had to cancel her outing plans because of it. We were just sitting in the kitchen, and CB was playing the drums to Coldplay. Then I heard a bit of flatulence resound from his bottom.
I said to Cool Mum, “Did you hear that?”
“No.”
“He just did another one.”
CM checked, and thankfully it was just a warning shot. When she asked me how I heard it, I issued this profound statement that will surely go down in the annals (anals?) of parenting history:
“My ears …

It’s Friday night, I haven’t had a bite of tasty, succulent, heavenly meat…
*snaps out of it*
OK, I haven’t had any meat since Monday, and I think I’m doing fine. I did take the wrong train and ended up in Montreal, but everyone makes mistakes, right?
Here’s how the meals have been working out:
BREAKFASTI rarely have meat for breakfast anyway. It’s usually peanut butter and banana sandwiches or oatmeal.
LUNCHThis is the tough one. If I don’t bring leftovers, I usually go out for a snack wrap from McD’s or cheap chicken around …

I was eating my lunch while simultaneously playing “Twinkle Twinkle” with my feet on Cool Baby’s piano mat. Cool Baby began saying his abc’s.
I realized that the alphabet song has the same tune as “Twinkle Twinkle.”
WHOA. Please tell me there is someone else out there who, like me, did not know this seemingly obvious fact. My world is forever changed. Twenty-seven years of knowing both songs and now this.
Anyone???

I’ve wrestled with this decision for several days now, but after deep thought and consideration, I’ve decided to make the commitment:
I’m going vegetarian.
No more thick juicy burgers, crispy fried chicken, or beef hot dogs with sauerkraut and onions. Those thin-skinned, tasty, economical hot dogs with sweet onion sauce…
*snaps out of it*
Oh, I should probably mention that I’m going veggie for just a week. Small detail, of course.
Some have been inspired to become vegetarians after reading about detrimental effects that meat may have on their health. Others because of their beliefs …

Point out/chuckle about the rat tail growing from the back of his head only as he’s running late to work.
One of my responsibilities as a frugal Cool Mum is to cut Cool Dad’s hair periodically. The period I refer to is usually very long, as is the hair, by the time I get around to it.
A few weeks after a haircut, CD starts complaining that he needs another one. I reassure him that “it looks fine.” The following week, I respond with “it doesn’t look bad,” to which …

1. It doesn’t seem right to spend more time preparing and cleaning up after dinner than it does to consume it.
2. Food cooked by someone else truly does taste better than food you’ve stared at for a half hour or more.
3. Raw meat is just gross.
And thanks to my own Cool Mom, I don’t have to cook this week!

12am: A crawling sensation on the back of my neck. I tell myself to ignore it.
12:15am: Slapped something that felt a lot like a bug and threw it across the room. Couldn’t tell if it actually got away from me because we are all sleeping in the same room and Cool Baby would wake up if I turned the light on. Cool Dad says it’s “just my imagination.”
Rest of the night: Itching, telling myself to ignore, getting very frustrated because I am so tired, …