All By Myself....
And I hate titling it that because now that song will be stuck in my head the rest of the night. Luckily, I've been up since 4am, so the rest of the night will be a short one. The Ronald has escaped to the great northeast to see his boys for spring break. (How spring can exist when the temperature is 40 degrees, I don't know. I suspect I'll learn when we move to Chicago.) I deposited him at the airport this morning and am left with a few evenings to myself.
I confess that I've fantasized about these evenings for a few months. I figured I would put the girls to bed, break out my makeup kit and the 50x magnification mirror, and spend the entire evening practicing my wedding makeup and hairstyle and veil positioning. I'd take dramatically lit pictures of me in all my glamour and I'd email them to Ron in rural Pennsylvania. Once he received these pictures, he would be so overcome by my beauty and grace that he would compose sonnets and anthems and a 16 volume treatise (with appendix and footnotes) on how astonishingly magnificent I am.
So far, that hasn't quite happend. My camera is in the shop (again); my veil hasn't been ordered (though I did pick up some cheap, white tulle to play with); my hair is mostly wet and drying frizzily on top of my head (no makeup to speak of); and the only thing he's been compelled to write about me of late has to do with the gastrointestinal talents of me and my offspring. (I see a wedding vow in there somewhere, surely.)
Clearly, my evenings of solipsistic glamour will go unfulfilled. Meanwhile I plan on filling my time doing the following:
Plucking my eyebrows.
Peeing with the bathroom door open (and the faucet OFF.)
Letting the girls eat cereal for dinner at least twice.
Sleeping in the middle of the bed. (Which Ron would claim is no different than when he's here.)
Watching "Firefly" on DVD.
Reading book after book after book.
Hour long baths.
Razor boycott.
Playing Webkinz on Allie and Avery's behalf.
Dancing in the kitchen.
Singing in the bathtub.
Painting my toenails during America's Next Top Model.
And of course I'll miss him. I look forward to missing him. I told him about a week ago "I can't wait to miss you," and I truly meant it. I've never had that long absence with joy at the end. Dread, disappointment, frustration yes. But never joy. Having someone to miss is a great luxury to me and I wouldn't trade it for all the eyebrow plucking in the world....
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Playing Webkinz on Allie and Avery's behalf
Word. Well, someone has to go to the Employment Office while the kids are at school!
and the faucet OFF
Does this mean that you actually turn the faucet on when you pee? To hide the sound? And if so, well done you. It's good to keep some things mysterious, I would think.
Word. Well, someone has to go to the Employment Office while the kids are at school!
Too true. This is only our 2nd day of being Webkinz junkies and I have the feeling I'm going to be frighteningly proficient at this....
Does this mean that you actually turn the faucet on when you pee? To hide the sound? And if so, well done you. It's good to keep some things mysterious, I would think.
I do. It's an awful habit, and I'm sure it has its genesis in hiding sounds or being mysterious. At this point its just an OCD thing that I can't break when someone other than me or my children are in the house. I can be peeing in the same bathroom stall as my sister, and I'll still have to have the faucet on. Very green of me, I know. I'm recycling diet Coke cans to make up for it....
WTF?? ROFLMAO!!! I had forgotten about the self-consciousness early on in relationships. Of course, being that Shawn farted in my company on the first date, I figured I was pretty safe to let him know that pee just like everyone else.
BTW, speaking of Webkinz, I'm personally addicted to Cash Cow. And Jonathan can kick my ass in Polar Plunge. How's that for pathetic? And Katie (who can't play anything but the Chef game and Webkinz SuperModelz) spends her Kinz Cash so much I was thinking of putting an Ad on craigslist to recruit game slaves for her benefit. Seriously -- what fake stuffed computer animal NEEDS a $1500 leather sofa? She blew through $4000 in less than 24 hours on Webkinz. Can't wait to see what she's like as a teenager with real money.
I'm sorry you're leaving TX, although Chicago is pretty great.
That song, yes, thank you, it's playing on in my mind.
I play Webkinz all the time too. I am addicted to the Kinzville Academy classes. 50 bucks a shot but I vow I will get a "10" on the painting class one of these days!!!!! LOL
Congrats on the razor embargo.
And oh yeah, it's not spring up there...it's "We're just happy to see mud under the snow break."
They are totally the one's you got them, Ness. In fact, Avery left hers at her "abuelita's" house after Christmas and only just got it back, which is why we haven't done them yet. Because LORD forbid Allie do something that Avery can't do.
On the plus side, Avery's is the pet of the month. So her "Princess Carley" poodle got some bonus loot. Why a computer likeness of a stuffed animal needs a TV, I don't know. But by golly she has one and we watch it....
Princess Carley!!! I love it! Avery is my favorite.
By the way, which ones do they have so I can be sure not to bring them dupes to Houston in June?
i thought you might appreciate that! lol
allie has the yorkie and avery has the pink poodle. they also have 2 more in storage somewhere, but i can't remember what they are and have no hope of finding them anytime soon...
I already am overcome by your beauty and grace (and there are a few sonnets out there written by me somewhere)... Though, I didn't realize how opressive things are for you when I'm around... you can shut the faucet off... everytime I hear it running I chuckle at your ninja stealthness. And the middle of the bed thing - I have a whole story I'm writing about that one along with the 8 multi-colored razors ringing the ledge of the bathtub making me wonder if you have an obsession with Sweeney Todd, or are secretly hanging meat in the shower and curing beef jerky somewhere in our place...but the biggest thing is...
... I miss you too and can't wait to come home to someone that misses me too. Love you.
Now you'll have to excuse me as I have 3 boys climbing all over me like spider monkeys in a rubber tree.
Oh, my dear. You're not opressive, I'm just neurotic. I turn the faucet on everywhere when I pee. I warned you that my medication levels were falling....
I miss you too and can't wait to see you.