I'd written a long and rather eloquent (if I do say so myself) post about my birthday and the evils of Victoria's Secret, but it was 'lost' when I tried to publish and I somehow didn't have a connection.
Short version: I bought flannel jammies with my gift certificate. Nothing else looked appropriate for me.
Realtor called at 12:30 about a 1:30 showing, and we wouldn't have to leave. Fine. Got baby down for her nap by 12:45 and proceeded to start getting stuff ready, saving the kitchen for last. They showed up at 1:00. THIRTY MINUTES EARLY. Five, ten, even fifteen and I'm fine - but thirty? Needless to say the kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off. Tuesday is Empty the Fridge and Grocery Shop. I was somewhere between getting the fridge emptied and putting away the new stuff. Dammit. I hate being unprepared.
My Monthly Friend is coming. I can feel it. Maybe it was the fact that I cried when I talked to Husband this morning. Something about how it feels like Groundhog Day. Like if I had a date that we were moving, I could deal, but not knowing when we're going is really starting to wear on me. That and I'm alone all week. Except for the snot nosed small ones. The demanding ones. The draining ones. Ugh. Oh yea, and I'm bloated leaving me two pair of jeans that fit.
Freaking lovely. Can I have a mulligan?
Tuesday, January 24, 2006