At least I didn't rush out and buy a sports car
I took a sick day today. I'm gross, snotty, hacking-up-a-lung sick and my husband has been away all week and it's January. I got the kids to school and tried to do some stuff and all the snot and hacking was interfering so I went back to bed. Then I got up and sat on the couch and watched movies. Then somewhere around 12:30 I was suddenly hit with a tsunami of self-loathing. I had a dream last night that we lived in a different house and the school was just across our back yard and Matt and I would stand at our back door and watch the kids walk across the grass to school, which was lovely, but then there was something about milk, and I was pouring the milk into something and it made this gulping sound that was just like the sound a baby makes while breastfeeding and suddenly I wanted another baby with this horrible, hopeless, physical yearning, and then I was on the couch thinking what the hell am I doing now that I don't have babies or toddlers at home and I have six free hours every day and I take one lousy course at a time and work in the school library one lousy day a week and I can't even manage a great dinner every night, and I've never even had a REAL real job unless you count that brief foray into publishing with the crazy Irish CEO who would fistfight with his oldest son (of nine kids) in his office and grab me by the back of the neck frequently, and I was watching Red and somebody was described as being in his thirties, which is a way I will never be described again, and then there's the whole Jesus I'm fat thing, because every time I try to lose weight the concentration and attention are exhausting and I tell myself there's no way to lose weight unless you don't have to do anything else, except didn't I just conclude that I'm NOT DOING ANYTHING ELSE so why am I not getting with the un-fattening, and ack, the sucking vortex of suckiness....
Then the movie got funnier, and I laughed, and then I checked my email and there was an email from Patti saying she was nominating me for a blogging award, and I found Eve's pajamas under a cushion and this reminded me that the two kids I do have are quite remarkable (even if they do think that Wipeout is good television) and I ate some almonds and chilled out.
Oh my God, you guys. I had a mid-day crisis.
Then the movie got funnier, and I laughed, and then I checked my email and there was an email from Patti saying she was nominating me for a blogging award, and I found Eve's pajamas under a cushion and this reminded me that the two kids I do have are quite remarkable (even if they do think that Wipeout is good television) and I ate some almonds and chilled out.
Oh my God, you guys. I had a mid-day crisis.
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almonds ey? i would have been elbow deep into the ice cream.
Also, at the beginning of the month my husband went out and bought a sports car. Huh.
XOXO
Betsy
p.s. the baby goldfish was just hiding behind a leaf...
During my six hours alone in the house EVERY DAY (!), I find it helpful to look at the mess and dream of a maid (because Lord knows that I wasn't put on this Earth to pick up after this fanily!).
The whole fat thing. Whatever. It's like if a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it fall, did it make a noise. Nope. If I am fat but no one sees me because I'm alone in the house dodging housework, am I really fat. Nope.
However, having a house that backs onto the school is oh so close to perfect. The only flaw is that they might come home unexpectantly. My children take the bus. The bus stop is at the end of my driveway. Very little effort on my part, and they are suitably contained. Heaven.