It’s hard to believe it’s only been a week since I was bawling my eyes out and worrying that life here was going to be one long stretch of stress and loneliness.
This weekend was a complete 180 of the last.
(WARNING: number one blog crime, laundry list of What I Did, ahead)
Saturday I went shopping with Mrs. Avitable (her name is Amy, but I don’t want to confuse her with MY Amy) – and the kids stayed with Avi. They survived – and he did too, mostly. But more importantly, I got out of the house and got to relax. A little.
Truth be told, shopping with a new person for me is always a little stressful. I have a certain way in which I shop. I sort of resemble a credit card wielding tornado, sucking up bargains in my path. Whenever I shop with someone new I’m always a little leery of how, exactly, they shop. There is only one person in the world who has ever been able to keep up with me, and she’s knocked up back in Iowa. But, even so, it was fun. I bought a new pair of shoes that I needed very badly (I did not have pointy toed heels in DARK brown…) and I wandered around a mall and didn’t worry about when snack was and moved my legs freely without the weight of a clingy toddler.
Sunday I took the kids to the pool and pretty much lounged around the house the rest of the day. I was going to clean – but my husband reminded me that he had days off during the week and HE could clean. Pfft. You don’t have to tell me twice. I don’t even remember WHAT exactly I did Sunday… but it wasn’t clean.
And then, Monday, Jared found out at the last minute that he wasn’t going to have to work Labor Day. So we loaded up the kids and headed for the beach.
The real, live, next to the ocean BEACH.
I did a bunch of other crap too – bought an entertainment center, bought a car, did some grocery shopping… blah blah blah.
But most importantly – I don’t feel alone. I don’t feel overwhelmed. I’m tired from a busy weekend – a normal night before you go back to work tired instead of the weight of the world on your shoulders weariness. Instead of thinking over and over again “what the hell did I do?” I found myself saying “holy crap, now THIS is cool… and isn’t THIS neat… and wow, we wouldn’t have been able to do THIS before…”
So. I’m on my feet. I’m in an upswing. And for the first time in a while I feel really good.
Maybe it’s the car…
Yeah, why haven’t you posted pictures of the car yet?
I’m glad you guys finally got to go to the beach, and that you didn’t go to the shark-infested part, but the good part. I can only imagine the guilt trip you’d give me if Devin got bit by a shark!
You ended up with the black on black Toyota, didn’t you. I miss Florida. Sigh.
Sounds like things are going in a positive direction. Well, they were before, but you just didn’t know it yet! A car…what kind?? Details please!
MMMMmmmmm –the beach–ahhhhh
Spill the bean on the car!!
That is fanfuckingtastic! Glad you are on an upswing!!
Sooooo what kinda car didja get?
Car! Must see car!!
Oh and entertainment center.
Glad things are looking up!
avitable: um, yeah, a 12 year old girl was bitten by a shark in the exact spot we tried to go to. Thank GOD it was closed for high tide when we tried to park.
ADW: You should come down. Although, I will obviously not let you alone with my husband now that I have seen the pictures.
Kristin: yeah, yeah, someone had to throw out the first “I told you so”, right?
Turnbaby: all of my pictures of the car were shit – so we’re planning a photoshoot for later today.
themuttprincess: patience my pretty, patience…
NotaGranny: I know, I know – need to retake pictures – all the ones I have are shit.
Shit? the pictures or the car?
You didn’t tell me about the entertainment center. :confused:
so glad you are starting to see the silver lining. yay!
congrats on the car. did you or hubby pick it out? wait, i think i know the answer…
ok idle comment: Did you notice how everything got better once you participated in Naked Thursday?
Real question: How do you make a pointed toed heel? Does you foot have to bend completely in half so your toes are in your heels? Or do you just wear the shoes backwards and therefore point your toes into the heel?
Sure am glad I aint into cross dressing, chickware sounds complicated.
So glad about the shoes. It doesn’t count as a shopping trip if there aren’t shoes involved. Chocolate brown point-toed! I don’t even have those and I have a bajillion pairs of shoes. Although I did just buy black patent ballet flats with a flat bow. Very classic, and very comfortable since they’re Naturalizers. Good, basic work shoe.
The car: if it has a place to hold an extra-large coffee (24 oz) then it’s all good. Oh, and a big ashtray (I’m telling you, you have to ASK for those now!).
How were you getting about before the car?
Whew! Then you don’t need me to babysit. :whistle:
RW: the pictures – you know, not everything that ISN’T a mini is shit.
AmyD: well, you’ve seen it and helped me pick it out. Remember? It was the one we were like “eh, well, it’ll do”?
hellohahanarf: actually… he did. No. Seriously.
Y2K: every woman knows pointy toed heels means – HEELS… as in, have high ones (although these are not super high) – with a POINTY TOE.
Sheesh. Maybe YOU need a Naked Thursday!
Mrs RW: can you please come to Florida and shop with me??? Please??
(and I have a pair of those black ballet shoes – not patent leather or have a bow, but LOOOOVE them!!!)
And, um, yeah. No fucking ashtray OR cigarette lighter. Fuckers.
Brandi: I had a vehicle, it was just a gas hog. This one is much better on gas… I hope.
Mr. Fabulous:
Do you see this? :heartbeat:
Yeah?
Well you have just SMASHED it my friend!!!