Epic mom-fail again this morning. I keep forgetting that when Maggie asks if she can skip Quoai Café at 5:50 in the morning I’m supposed to say “No, you made a commitment.” Instead, I’m thinking, “Hell yeah! That’s 45 more minutes of sleep you’ll get!”(Not me though, because I’m already up).
Kids to school and me back to home. I had two home appointments today – one between 10 and 1, the other between 1 and 4. I am nothing if not efficient in my appointment setting. As I began
to wait, I thought I would accomplish some homework and start studying for my exam – alas, I noticed the setting was off, so in proper form, I disconnected the modem, since I knew that’s whatcha do. It didn’t work. I contacted Chris, who told me to disconnect both modem and router. I did. Mistake number one: not focusing on what was in where. The area is such a mess of wires as is; I spent the next two hours trying to figure it all out, contacting Chris and Brian. Chris suggested (long ago) I make sure the DSL (phone) cord was plugged in – it was important. Eventually, I realized I needed to have the DSL phone cord plugged in. Apparently it was important.
Moments later, the first person showed up to check heating – as he did that, I laundered, swept, mopped. He left. I began filling out the propositions on my ballot. Soon, next people arrived. I continued on the ballot. As soon as I filled in a bubble, I knew I’d probably selected the wrong one.
Sushi date with my people – it has been a long time (pre-wedding, I believe?) since we have had sushi together. All our lives are so filled and busy now, yet how wonderful to still get together once in a while and spend time together.
While driving down to meet for sushi, I thought – I wish I could sometimes write under a pseudonym so I could write about what is (sometimes) really on my mind. Many tend to think I share my whole life in my 5-a-Day, and I do share much, but it is by no means all of it. Not by far. Sometimes I want to write about missing sex, fucking and that I occasionally wish I could let myself have a one night stand. I would lament about the loneliness I often have without getting the “It’ll happen when it’s time” or the “But you have two great kids!” Trust me, I have two incredible kids, but it isn’t the same as having a partner – plus, the kids aren’t as keen to hang with me, anymore. Hmmm… what should my nom de plume be?
Pictures: My mess of cords; Election 2016 – holy fuck.
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