1. It is noon on Monday. Georgie is done with first grade at noon on Wednesday. He does not start camp until 8:30 on Monday…July 6. Oh, boy.
2. With my back finally cooperating, I went back to the gym today for the first time in ten days. Not surprisingly, I sweat more readily than I might otherwise have (given my new out of shapeness). Imagine my disappointment when I arrived home to discover that I was unable to shower at my house. See #3 for explanation as to why…
3. As I type, I am competing with the sounds of electric saws, dust, drills, tarps, the entire contents of my and my childrens’ closets spread across our respective beds and general mayhem. Why, you ask? Because today I am finally getting the central air conditioning that I have been jonesing for since we bought our house in 1994. I have never been so hopeful for a heatwave….ever.
4. Anyone who has ever been in my company anytime from May through September knows that I hate the heat. I take it personally when the thermometer rises above 80 degrees. Humidity is just wrong and, as best I can tell, purposeless. People who profess to love the heat make no sense to me. There is nothing more disgusting that sweating after a shower, sticking to anything for any reason or being subjected to hair expansion ala Roseanne Rosanna Danna. Given the events of #3, I will no longer be able to complain. I still might, but that is my prerogative.
5. For the past three nights I have been up coughing my brains out. It is that awful, dry cough which leads to dry heaving and gagging. All unpleasant, but perhaps most unpleasant is that fact that Georgie has finally stopped waking me at three in the morning and now Iam waking me at three in the morning. And, more unpleasant still is the fact that my damned doctor won’t call in a the magic cough pills unless I come in to see her. It isn’t like I am asking for Vicodin or something. Geez.
6. I continue my active addiction to Chipotle salads. If you haven’t tried one yet, why the hell not?
7. There is currently a group of five Russian men having lunch on the porch. None of them speak a word of English, but my scant knowledge of Russian tells me that they are commenting on what a young looking mom I am to have a kid as old as Harrison. Just sayin’.
8. My resume is done. It has been edited, tweaked, revised, reformatted and reviewed. Now if only I could find a job I even wanted to apply for…
9. At this moment, Harrison, Matthew and two nubile young women are hanging out in my basement. I, along with my Russian comrades, are making our presence known, yet I wonder…is this acceptable or inappropriate? And, I wonder, why don’t these girls’ parents seem to care whether there is a responsible adult home whilst they are here?
10. I’d love to go to NYC for a weekend….haven’t been there in over 20 years.
11. Why is it that the ponytails we throw our hair into while driving are always the best ones?
12. Over the weekend, Rich accidentally locked our (friggin’) cat out on the porch all night. Imagine my reaction the next morning when Georgie noticed him (the cat, that is) missing and discovered him (again, the cat) on the porch right next to the pile and puddle on my brand new furniture. Suffice to say, I don’t think Rich will ever close the porch door without looking again.
13. I met a lady at Starbuck’s the other day who, for some reason, confessed to me that she brings wine in water bottles to the playground. I assume the wine is for her. I also assume she might have a little bit of a problem.
14. Favorite Facebook statuses from past few days:
43 is a lot like 42 with less hair and more stress
I’m cranky and my leggings have a hole in the crotch, to no one’s benefit
Is wishing his dad a happy fathers day. You inspired me, you protected me, and you used your lawyer to keep that girls father from killing me when I was 17. Thx
and,
Just kicked some ass in Scrabble. (This one was okay – it was the first comment that made it exceptional)
(first comment:) I cannot wait to be old.
So there you have it.
