I need to redo my spray tan. It’s all blotchy.
I need to clean the house. It’s a horror scene.
Right now, all I want to do is sit, drink my two coffees and write to you.
I got up at around ten past six. To me, that feels like sleeping in, since I get up at 4:30 on the weekdays. The kids are up early, and to their credit, they are quiet for a while until they’re not. That’s my cue to get my butt downstairs.
They fight like sibs do, but they sure do love each other. Aislyn got her first dose of vaccine and a bunch of other shots Thursday afternoon at the doctor. She did such a good job, barely a whimper.
Derek told Desmond that she’d be getting shots and might be feeling lousy, tired, and moody for a while. So when she got home, Desmond asked her how she was feeling and gave her a hug. Aislyn shows the same care and concern when Desmond is sad.
Desmond needs new pants. He’s long-legged. But he’s so slender, I’m concerned he’ll be swimming in size 10. He’s tall and skinny like his father.
The good news is they make kids’ pants adjustable around the waist. So if I have to, I can probably cinch them way in.
Aislyn needs new everything. She’s growing like a weed, too. She’s also pretty tall, will likely be a bit taller than Mama, who is a measly 5’1. Nah, I don’t care. My mother used to say good things come in small packages. Plus, in my youth I could comfortably date all the men. That sounds bad. I don’t mean I actually dated all the men. Really, I dated a minuscule handful of the men. But they came in all shapes and sizes, cus I’m not 5’10.
I don’t mean to say that I would never have dated a man who was shorter than me. I like to think I’m not that shallow. It’s just that the likelihood of that ever happening was slim at best. Not too many guys are shorter than me.
Height was never a consideration for me. If I’m totally honest, I did have a special place in my heart for dark hair and brown eyes. Glasses were a plus, but the only thing that was non-negotiable was a sense of humor. Also, I believe it helps if you’re relatively close in intelligence.
I think my mom used to try to pitch the “you can date anyone” selling point as one of the perks of being short. It’s not altogether untrue.
But I’m to understand that taller people statistically make more money, so I dunno. But, like, I have to question, who arrived at that conclusion, and how? Anyway, I’m rambling.
The kitchen still stinks from the grease spill. For some reason, my hand smells like the grease. It could be the sponge.
Season 4 of Stranger Things is out, but we don’t know when we’re ever going to watch it, because I’m usually too tired after putting the kids to bed to stay up. I do better on weekends. Sometimes if I know I don’t have to get up at 4:30, that seems to give me a little burst of energy. Also, coffee.
On the weekdays, honestly, sometimes I’m in bed before 8:00. That’s why I’m not as prolific as I used to be at night.
I find I can squeeze in little posts here and there on my work breaks, but it’s often hard to finish my thoughts in 5-10 minutes.
I hope you don’t find my short posts obnoxious. It’s just my way of communicating with you, so you’re not thinking, “Hey, where’d she go?” I know I’d want to know.