- Being a single parent must SUCK. My husband has been working out of town all week (hence the tragic lack of blog posts) and I have been watching my life flash before my eyes on a daily basis.
- Okay that was perhaps slightly over-dramatic. But only slightly. Most days I wake up and seriously people I have no idea how I’m going to get through the day – get the kids to where they need to be, work, write my papers, feed the baby, retrieve the fucking Houdini dog who keeps escaping, go to class, get gas, buy milk. My God. So much respect for people who do this all the time.
- Georgia’s newest word is “auk” which is, of course, “sock,” and her saying it may be the cutest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.
- Incidentally she also learned how to take her “auks” off, which is less cute.
- Next week my little girl turns 10. Double freaking digits. I am more or less okay with this because she wears penguin flannel pajamas and a fluffy panda sleep mask to bed, both of which serve as evidence to me that she is still my precious little baby girl and the years are simply lying.
- Yes. That’s it. They’re lying.
- It’s been cold for like two weeks (and of course I’m using that term “cold” loosely) but nonetheless I’m already sick of wearing real shoes. I’m from California. I do flip flops. Shoes stifle me. Ha.
- Yesterday I saw a 6 year old with a pacifier in his mouth. Not like playing with it or chewing it into a thousand pieces which he will then chuck at his sister’s head, but sucking on it. Like a baby. His mother had three boys, aged 6, 4 and 3 and ALL THREE had pacifiers in their mouths. And when I tried to talk to them they just looked at me, sucking away.
- I judged her. I did. That’s so fucking weird.
- You know what’s going to make this Christmas amazing? The fact that school will be over. Holy CRAP that will be nice.
- Oh, and Rocket read his first word by himself. “Not.” It makes my eyes fill with tears, right now, just thinking about it. Go Rocket. You’re doing it, little man.