So the Other returned the car to me past E last night. 10pm. I think to myself, what a gentleman. Every mother who gets up and has the lovely task of getting the kids ready to leave the house knows that throwing in a need to get gas can throw off the entire militaryesque schedule. Now, I must drink my coffee faster, read two less pages of my book, try on one less shirt with my customary black pants, have the baby's outfit in my head before I go in to wake her up, leave at 7:04 vs 7:09. All of this really chaps my hide!
Random thoughts:
A friend of mine left for Argentina on a solo mission. I can't even fathom what that would feel like stepping into another country alone.
New trend of going grey on purpose, not so much. I'll continue to pluck the one straggler I've got thank you very much. However, a strange side of me can't wait to get a few greys and see if I look as regal as I think I am. Perhaps I'll get reading glasses too! Okay this is sounding a bit like when I was 8 and really wanted braces, so I would take the wrapper from my piece of juicy fruit and fit it just so around my upper choppers. God I was gorgeous!
Reading a delicious tale called Here on Earth by Alice Hoffman, thought it would be fluffy after reading the jacket, something about woman returns to hometown to find old love blah blah. The jacket really didn't do it justice. I can't stop thinking about it. I am right in the story with the main character March, consumed by a man, forgetting my domestic duties, wishing the children would go to bed by 8 not 8:15! My work pal tells me it disturbed her. Can't wait.
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