Six o’clock, which is the serious witching hour here. And by witching, I mean—

*runs away from computer*
*returns*

—chaos. This is a terrible time to try to blog, clearly, as I hadn’t even finished the two sentences above before my dog spotted toddler’s abandoned dinner plate and started in on it. I have food in the oven, which is broken and so I am PRAYING it will just work long enough to cook this chicken so we have something to eat. Now I need to fix another, dog-spit free dinner for my daughter. Oh, and then there’s the Fresh Beat Band.

If you’ve ever watched the Fresh Beats on Nick Jr. you will remember it. It’s a show about…well, basically the most cheerful, bright and colorful musical foursome ever! They sing about great days, and friends helping friends: they are like the poster children for well-adjusted young America. I mean, even their NAMES are happy: Kiki, Marina, Twist, and Shout. (Is that a Beatles reference? Up the cute factor another notch!) You know how I know that I am officially grumpy and old? The fact that when I see the Fresh Beats, bouncing around so happy and sunny on the TV, it just makes me want to stick my head in the (broken) oven. And I don’t even know why! I mean, look at them:

I was over at a friend’s house today who is kind of a Superwoman. She has three kids, and one is only, like, two weeks old. The other two are under 6. We were talking about kids’ TV and of course I told her about how The Fresh Beats make me insane but I CANNOT STOP HUMMING THEIR MUSIC DEAR GOD MAKE IT STOP. She said her husband LOVES the show, and even puts the songs through the stereo to better enjoy them. So clearly, it is just me. Although when I became the cynic in the house, I have no idea. I must have been sleeping or something.

In other news, I’ve written here before about how, after Lock and Key was published, I started getting a lot of emails from people who were confused about something that happened at the end of the book. I don’t want to ruin it for anyone who hasn’t read it, so I’ll just say that one character gave another character something, but the way it was written it was hard to tell there was an actual exchange, so when the object showed up later people didn’t know where it came from. (That is the worst explanation ever. I am so sorry.) Anyway, I got SO many emails and questions about this that we actually went back before the paperback was printed and clarified the issue. But I didn’t really get how frustrating it must have been until I just finished a GREAT book, Kate Atkinson’s When Will There Be Good News. Again, I don’t want to ruin anything for anyone, but at the very end someone ended up with something (so vague, sorry!) and I had NO idea that the two characters had known each other for such an exchange. (If you read the book, it had to do with the Doctor and Reggie’s brother. That’s all I can say!) I went back, flipping pages, trying to find it, and couldn’t. It drove me nuts! I am thisclose to emailing Kate Atkinson to ask for clarification, but I’m sure she would think I was a crazy person. Which I probably am.

In other news, my daughter just called out: “Mama, who is your favorite on Fresh Beat Band?” Oh, dear.

Dogs are barking. Chaos continues. Next time I will remember to blog when I am in my office and can focus. Sorry!

Have a good night, everyone!