Today has been, despite the best laid plans, a day of fits, starts and frustration. It was Monday morning, take II, all day long. And we’re only half way through the day. I’m curled up on the couch, under a blanket the color and texture of Oscar the Grouch, hair wet from a scalding hot shower (an attempt to start the day over) and watching edited re-runs of Sex and the City on TBS. Awwww yeah.
Abby is home sick with a nasty croupy cough. (don’t worry, she’s up in her room, not watching SitC reruns) Jeffrey started the day off staying home, but just before lunch I called his bluff and took him to school. Bean nearly missed his bus this morning. Like I said, Monday- Part 2.
Yesterday I made the Weeping Angel wings, and spent the entire afternoon running around to various dollar stores in an attempt to mine the raw materials for a Dalek costume. WHY do I do this to myself? The Angel outfit, minus the hair, is nearly done, Bean’s outfit was easy (a trip to the thrift store) but a Dalek outfit?? Sigh. And it’s not like I have nothing else to do…
So my San Francisco Giants are heading to the World Series again- there is no way to overstate the excitement in my family. I halfway toyed with making a run up to Michigan to see them play the Tigers, but the cheapest tickets I could find were more than $400. Each. Yeah. Not a chance. TV it will be. My brother is even attempting to grow a Fear the Beard- or as a friend of mine said when he saw Brian Wilson in the dugout “Look! Old school apostle beard!” Mormons, ftw.
Man, Carrie wore some hideous clothes on this show- a lesson in style being timeless, but fashion being passing.
Fall here in Virginia is simply spectacular. I walked out onto my teeny-tiny patio-yard the other day, and the sky was azure, the leaves were swirling in crimson, amber and fiery piles, and the sun was perfectly golden and deeply slanting. It was still warm enough that a sweater was all I needed, but with juuuust enough bite underneath the warmth to let it be known autumn was serious, not playing around. I love it.
Meanwhile back at the old western homestead, they in hard frost and barely into the forties during the day. Here’s a secret: sometimes I miss it still. I won’t when it’s still winter in April, nor when it flurries into May, and they’ve been logged in grey skies for months. But for now? I do.
Feeling restless. It’s been almost six months since I had a day/night away from kids. Now, I adore my kids, but I’m a much, much better mother when I get periodic breaks. I don’t know what I’m going to do about that yet- I don’t know anyone here yet that I can have stay with them for a night or two, but I’m starting to go stir crazy.
Trying to plan out where the Christmas tree is going, as I sit here under Oscar the Grouch. It’s a very important decision. And now that Fakey Fakerson lives at Mo’s house, we have to get a real tree- the first one of Abby’s life. I’m looking forward to it, actually.
Watched the debates. Sigh. I don’t truck in politics- as a matter of fact, I hate it. I was looking at a job in the District, and after talking to the guy for a while, he said no one wants to hire an Independent. They won’t trust me, he said. I had to pick sides. What do you do when you don’t feel represented by anyone?
There are actually a lot of movies I want to see for the first time in forever. Argo. Cloud Atlas. Skyfall. Lincoln. The Hobbit. Will I get to any of them? Meh, probably not. But it will make Netflix and Redbox fun in a few months!