Today, I got to hang out with hippy consumeristic mommy and her little sprite. Ya, I know, that was really cute. Let’s not have a Hallmark moment about it, okies? So anyways, this cleaned up my day into a nice little package, by noon. It’s impossible not to walk away from HCM and Sprite without a smile.
Even though I admitted that I hadn’t made a dent in my packing and cleaning yet and that my apartment is a disgusting mess.
Even though we went to court this morning, after I made Isobel pretty and bathed-looking within 20 minutes of her waking up.
Even though she refused to eat anything until we went for lunch (with JDawg, no less. Holy not antisocial of him.) and then would only suck back two thirds of a strawberry banana smoothie from Orange Julius.
Even though as soon as we got on the bus to go home, she puked up said smoothie. All over her dress, white sweater (you get that it’s a red, berry smoothie I’m talking’ about here, right?), stroller and me.
Even though I ran out of wipes to clean her up with and so had to use said white sweater and then stripped her down to her diaper on the crowded bus.
Even though she puked again after that.
So, I’ve eaten a semi-responsible snacky dinner; I’ve got laundry in the washer, waiting for me to dry it; and I’ve got guilt about the state of affairs around here. So, instead of packing? I’ll be washing the walls in my bathroom – all silent/ninja like. Cuz then, one room will be deep-cleaned and that’s one of three.
Even though Isobel keeps waking up and my fucking whore of a neighbour just set her smoke alarm off between tokes and door slamming.
Even though.
*hey, let me know what y’all think of my boring ass new theme, eh? and the new songs. and there’s a new book read. and and and. i will get off the damn computer now.*
