Tomorrow morning I’m getting my hair cut. Trimmed. Whatever. It’s been a super long time since I’ve been to my hair stylist and I look like a woman who lives in a tree stump in a deep dark forest. Or like a hippie prancing around on an organic farm back in 1974.
I expect I’ll look like a middle-aged housewife when she finishes with me.
Recently, a couple of people have been snatching purses at the mall where the salon is located. I fully expect to run into them but they will not snatch my purse because I will fight to the death and one mom-glare from me will reduce them to a puddle of fear. Also? My purse is not an expensive designer purse, which is apparently what they target.
I was alone in my house this afternoon, thanks to an alignment of events. My daughter spent the afternoon at a friend’s house–she rode the bus directly there after school. My son was at school late because once a month he and his buddies have to stay after school while the neighbor-lady runs a PTA meeting. I sent my teenagers outside for a walk. They are supposed to walk every day for exercise, but I forget to make them and they conveniently don’t remind me.
So, I was alone for about an hour. It was glorious and rare. When we adopted babies fifteen years ago, I had no idea that meant I would hardly ever be alone again. For you extroverts, that is a dream come true. For we introverts, it’s exhausting. Or maybe I should just say I am exhausted. I am. Exhausted.
But at least tomorrow at this time I won’t have such an unruly mop of hair. And there is something to be said for that.
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As much as I lve my grandsons…and I DO…I’ve been stuck inside almost nonstop for the past few months, either because of snow, rain, east wind pummelling down the Gorge, colds, or all of the above together. Plus I had them the entire weekend this past week so my son and d-i-l could go to the beach for a much-needed break away. Exhausted? Yes. Beyond exhausted. The littlest one has had teeth and ear infections he’s dealing with, too. From the time I got up at 6 am on Friday until they were picked up around 11 Sunday morning, I had a grand total of 1 1/2 hours of sleep. I’d forgotten what it was like to walk the floors with a crying, miserable baby. I remember now. When I got up this morning I asked Dear Hubby, “Is it Saturday yet?” This week with no break over the weekend is making these five days seem endless. Sorry to vent, but I vented to my son yesterday afternoon when Cooper had been crying nonstop since he was dropped off that morning. My son asked, “What do you want me to do?!” and I said, “I dunno. Maybe just listen. I hardly speak to an adult besides your father all week long.” HA!!
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Oh, and I’m very much an introvert, too. I know EXACTLY what you mean. I’m supposed to have Saturday completely to myself but I’m not holding my breath. It seems something always comes up. But I might ‘follow your footsteps’ and go see that new Liam Neesom movie by myself.
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i need to do something with my mop too, just don’t know what yet 😉
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