I have maintained my MIA status for a few days completely on purpose. I have a moderately large writing assignment due tomorrow and quite frankly... I am fresh out of verbs. And adjectives. And all I really want to do is just plop myself down into a nice long fragmented run on sentence that leaves you wheezing for addition breath. Oh... and I am kind of, well, irritated with myself. For numerous things that don't surprise me at all. One of them being my ongoing relationship with myself and my ongoing attempt at being a recovering pessimist.
My list is long and overflowing; onto the floor in a heap of poo.
I don't know.
Maybe it's the lack of sunshine.
Maybe it's the sassy behavior by and very quick thinking 6 1/2 year old that can come back with the snappiest come back. (wonder where he learned that)
Or maybe it's the little brown haired other little lady in the house that, well, is the other little lady.
Or maybe it's the 2 year old that's, well, 2.
I don't know. I want to just sit down.
I want someone to help me brush my teeth. I want someone to pour milk in my cereal and lay out clothes on my bed and snuggle me in on the couch to watch a movie. And make sure I'm not messed with.
OK, you get my point.
Made a lovely dinner tonight and it was oh so lovely. Spent time in the kitchen, dirtied a ton of stuff on purpose, just cause it is my kitchen. Ignored the laundry. Fed the kids in advance. Took one for the team and dealt with the no nap situation from the 2 year old. Made an appetizer just for conversational purposes. Properly salted pasta water, just like Tyler said to so it tastes like it's from the sea. Purposely set out cloth napkins and nice place mats. Poured wine and looked at it until I could sit.
Sat.
Then Al peed her pants like a geyser at Yellowstone so I had to go and sop up pee.
Fun.
Seriously.
Tomorrow is a new day. This is my blog and I'll whine if I want to. I am so over myself.
So there.
My love, all my love,
Cassy
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