• Sometimes when I’m making dinner and my kids are yapping around my ankles, “Mommy! Mommy! Mom! MOM!” I have this tiny dizzying moment where for a split second I think, “holy crap, they’re talking to ME. I’m the mommy! I’m in charge of these people!”
Just now, when I was picking up the toys that were in the middle of the road on my way upstairs to get my daughter out of the tub, I thought, “when did I turn into the person in charge of picking up toys? When did I become the person who CARED that the house was clean?”
Wasn’t it just 5 minutes ago that I wondered derisively why my mother was constantly sweeping? Now I’m the sweeper. I’m the boring grown-up, obsessed with stupid things, like how clean baseboards are. Damn it. When did that happen? I feel certain that I’ve been this person for a while, but sometimes it’s still a surprise.
Is that normal?
Nevermind. I don’t want to know if it isn’t.
• I went to Olympia on Sunday to get a haircut, because I just couldn’t stand it for one more minute. My hair was so long that I had taken to using about 6 of my daughters hair clippies to hold it back from my face. Jim was not a fan of this look. He wouldn’t come right out and say it – even when cornered (due to good training), but for the last two weeks there was a lot of “why don’t you make an appointment” and “don’t you need to fix your hair before we go?” and so on.
Finally, I broke down and picked a place out of the phone book that sounded promising. I called and made the appointment, then went to their website to get directions. I discovered I accidentally made an appointment with “the top salon in the Pacific Northwest according to Vogue Magazine.”
So that was an inexpensive visit. She did a great job, though. I got my brows and lip waxed while I was there. There is something invigorating about getting a good brow wax. I feel prettier. Younger even. Like I’m snatching my youth back from the jaws of…of whatever this is. Take that, Forty! I have the upper lip of a 25 year old again!
• I also went to Target to look for new jeans for Little. She’s been wearing her brother’s hand-me-downs, but he’s a skinny, skinny little guy – I buy Slims for him and they are too big. She’s tall (so tall!) and slender too, but even at 5 she has a very feminine shape. I realized the hand-me-down Slims were practically cutting off her circulation, and decided to see what the girls department had.
I didn’t buy anything. Fifteen dollars they want for little girl jeans!
There is not a snowball’s chance that I am paying fifteen dollars for jeans that’ll last for 3 months and spend most of their life getting dirt rubbed on them and the knees ripped out.
NOT A CHANCE.
My new plan is to dig her shorts out of the Future Clothes bin and hope for warmer weather.
(Hi! I’m a tightwad!)
• I also went to World Market to check out this Biscoff stuff I keep hearing about all over the interwebs. I chickened out and didn’t buy any, but I DID see THIS**:
Which in retrospect, I wish I HAD purchased, just so I could leave it laying around casually on the kitchen table for Jim’s breakfast.
Look! It’s microwaveable!
• Happy Monday, y’all!
** Sorry, sorry, sorry. I know. But how could I NOT share that?