Chronicles of Mom-nia

I hate when things get so busy around here that I feel the need to chronicle everything. I don't know why, because I have no problem reading other peoples' chronicling, but I feel like such a lazy boring blogger when I chronicle my lives. Who wants to read that crap? I get bored writing it!

So here's the poop in bullets:

-- I'm ridiculously proud of myself for my 22 mile bike ride on Saturday. The furthest I've ridden in my adult life is about 14 miles when Spencer was about a year and we used to go on family rides. Still waiting for Henry to hit the magic one-year mark so we can start family rides again (the time passes when I don't want it to, and doesn't for the reasons I do want it to). I used to ride all over when I was young, but somehow you lose that drive when you get older. I didn't make it home (25 miles would have been home) but when I was dying, lying beneath that tree roadside while people looked strangely at me in the grass, I was glad to have gotten as far as I did. AND I was glad my FIL was at my house with his truck so Hubby was able to rescue me from said roadside.

-- True story:
Spencer likes to close doors. Spencer likes to push the button on the handle. Spencer does not realize that this locks the door.
(Hubby tries to get into our room): Spencer, come open this door.
(Spencer comes to open the door and finds it locked) I can't, it's locked.
H Did you lock it?
S Umm, yes.
H What does that mean?
S That means I go to time out.
H Okay, you go to time out.
(Spencer walks to his room with his head down)
YES! We have him trained! Now to train him not to lock the @(#&! doors.

-- I, who rarely ever reads more than one book at one time, am in the middle of three (3!) books. One, brainless: Motor Mouth by Janet Evanovich. Two, pretentious: Medium Raw by Anthony Bourdain (holy JEEBUS is he a pretentious ass; somehow in the couple years since I last read/saw him, I forgot this). Three, Darn good: Born Round by Frank Bruni. I have 3 days to finish them all so I can put them on my woefully inadequate April reading list.

-- I've been toying with going to the doctor for a full physical because I haven't been feeling that good. I've had a nagging stomachache for over a week, and my 99 hours of Grey's Anatomy have taught me that maybe something is something and not just nothing (thank you fictional tv). However, I am also almost sure that it's low-level anxiety because it went away over the weekend.

-- If you are interested in where I am in Grey's, George is dead. I think they just went to his funeral.

-- If you aren't as far as I am in Grey's, I'm sorry for the spoiler.

-- If you want to follow along at home with my Book Club, our next book is Sarah's Key. I picked this all on my own, so it's my fault if it sucks. Has anyone read it?

-- The kids both went to bed with no whining (Spencer) or crying or hysterical fits (Henry). This might be a sign of the apocalypse, but I prefer to think that maybe my daycare lady needs to drag the kids to Chuck E Cheese every day, like she did today.