I know that I should write something, keep you all coming back, but I am feeling a bit blank tonight. So here is the update: Work is stressful. Husband is sick. We are suppose to be embarking upon an over-night adventure to the "Avenue Of The Giants"(complete with campfire & smores) tomorrow and I am wondering how that is going to work with a husband who has the stomach flu. I just polished off some really bad pizza and watched a completely depressing episode of Dateline, which featured stories of two innocent 20-somethings, senselessly murdered. I sobbed and identified with the parents. I decided that I totally despise my skinny jeans which make me feel anything but slender (hello.... muffin top?)
This afternoon I got pissed off at a nanny whom I encountered at our neighborhood playground. She subsequently abandoned the 8 month old baby she was "watching" in a swing for a good five minutes while she took another child to the restroom. (Have you ever heard of kidnapping?) I pray that I have employed a nanny with more common sense.
I have questioned (again) if my five year olds complete lack of interest in me is normal and I have prematurely determined that he is going to hate me for a good portion of his life.
That should pretty much get you up to speed.
Until next time....
Hang in there Mama! Tomorrow will be great. Is your 5 year old in kindergarten? While my kindergartener is glued to me at home, he pretty much waves me goodbye at school even if I'm sticking around. 5 year olds are complex creatures.
ReplyDeleteToo bad I'm not in Berekely. Sounds like a good time for a mother-daughter wine, dinner and movie night!
ReplyDeleteI love that you are just TRUTHFUL about stuff! Sometimes, despite our best intentions, there's just stuff going on. Flu stuff, work stuff, kid stuff, stupid-other-people's-nanny stuff.
ReplyDeleteI am a Humboldt State alum and got a bit psyched when you said you were heading up that way! Hope you make it.
My weekend sounded exactly like yours. Heres to new weeks and new beginnings!
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