I’m not the most organized wife and mommy on earth… so it came as no surprise that I was scheduling our Seattle getaway at a time when we actually have a few appointments that I’d rather not cancel. Haayy.. what to do, what to do. To see Olis when Olga is there (meaning go to Seattle on Monday night) or to see Olis at the end of the month (when Olga has already returned to Ohio). I wanted to kill two birds with one stone, you see. Hmm. Erynne still has a cold though it’s come to a point where I can actually see boogers in her nose so that must mean she’s getting better . Aw fack it. I’ll think about this tomorrow. Don’t want to bore you with my thoughts.
Speaking of tomorrow, Eric starts a new work schedule. He has to be at work by 6:30am. Good God. Which means he’ll leave by 5:30am. Which means he’ll get up before 5 to get ready and eat bfast… which means, if I was a good wife, I’d get up with him so I can prepare his breakfast and his baon. But I’m not a good wife so no, I won’t get up. Hahahahahaha. I compromised with him this evening and said I’d have everything prepared and ready to go the evening before so all he’d have to do is pop his bfast in the microwave and then grab his lunch and go. I think at first when I asked him if I had to wake up early, I could tell he was thinking ”what kind of question is that?” bec. it took him a while to answer, “No.” Hehehehehe. That’s craziness if I have to wake up at the butt crack of dawn. Isn’t it bad enough I have to tend to a screaming, spoiled and super likot 19 month-old little girl? I think he thinks I have a grand old time at home fiddling with my fingers and ass…. oh, if he (or anyone!) knew just how hard it is to be at home and still be sane :D. Erynne is at the point where, if I turn my head, she’s climbing on top of everything she can get her hands and feet on. But that’s a difft. story in itself and while I am not complaining about my so called domesticated life, what I am saying is this (cuz Enrico does in fact read this blog): I love you, but I will not get up at 5am for you .
There is no point to what I am going to say next but it explains the title of this post. I think my mom is just hilarious but she can be so tacky sometimes — not just in talk but in appearance. Case in point: she’ll wear a nice outfit and have some nice shoes on… but look down at her feet and she’ll have sporty anklet socks on. Yes, the ones she actually wears to the gym. WTF? And if you ask her what’s going on, she’ll say her feet are cold. Hay.