It's Tuesday, thank goodness. I've been totally blanking on topics for today, but because of this lovely event hosted by the Un Mom, I can just blather. Hurray!
I'm pretty much exhausted because we've had houseguests for the past two weekends. The last batch arrived Friday, just about the time I was getting home from work, and didn't leave until yesterday morning. So I had to go from working madwoman to smiling hostess (and back again) in the blink of an eye, with no time to breathe in between.
Not a lot of fun.
And since Tori's the main attraction these days (with Brian and I coming in a distant 40th), I don't get to see a lot of my daughter when family is in town. I try hard to be gracious, and not snap when someone steals her from my arms for the hundredth time, but weekends are the only time I get to see her for more than two hours at a stretch. It's difficult to share, to say the least. And since I'm not particularly good at hiding my emotions, I'm pretty sure I come off as a raving bitch more often than not.
Don't mess with Mama Bear. She bites.
Oh, and did I mention I managed to hurt my back in the middle of the houseguest-induced madness? Yeah. You'll never guess how I did it. No, not by falling. By bending down to plug in the vacuum cleaner. Seriously. One second I was reaching for the outlet, the next I was grabbing my back, howling in pain (and cussing up a blue streak). In front of my in-laws. It was fantastic.
What do you think? Does that mean I'm getting old? I'm fairly certain it does. Soon it'll be time for support pantyhose and polyester pantsuits.
Does anybody else hate the word pantyhose? I think it sounds gross. Like something you'd use to wash out your undergarments when they're too filthy for the washing machine. Ewwww.
On the plus side, I actually got some pretty awesome birthday presents this year. Nothing on my handy dandy list (and I was so hoping for the private island in Fiji), but good, nonetheless. I also have a wad of birthday cash to spend. I'm debating between blowing it on a personal trainer, some gym clothes, a sweet pair of boots, or whatever shiny things glitter the brightest when I next visit the mall.
Any thoughts?
Okay, I think I better stop talking while I'm ahead. If you're new here, do me a favor and keep scrolling down. I'm better than this, I promise.
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Seriously, now you HAVE to stop vaccuming. I'm sorry you hurt your back. I know how you feel about losing the blogging muse. I thought I almost lost it this morning. I caught it before it flew away. WHEW!
ReplyDeletei despise pantyhose. seriously, it's not the 1950's anymore. ew ew ewwww
ReplyDeletei am totally with ya on the child stealing on the weekends. i HATE that. i feel all weird on monday's when i go back to work. i know it's because i didn't get enough time with my child. it's hard. :(
can't wait to see what you get with your $$! i say go to the mall and see what jumps out at ya. i love shopping like that. it's funny...i usually end up with nothing. which isn't a bad thing, right? lol
have a great night!
Kids definitely make us parents go way down on the list...its so hard to share!
ReplyDeleteHow did you possibly manage with house guests for two weekends? I can't stand visitors for longer than 4 hours (smile).
ReplyDeleteI've suddenly noticed old age is creeping up on me too, but I'm too stubborn to admit. I blame it on the weather.
I agree on the word pantyhose - stupid.
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i. hate. pantyhose. both the word and the thing itself. I couldn't tell you the last time i wore them.
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ReplyDeleteI really dislike the word "pantyhose". I dislike the word "panty" and the word "hose". Using the word "nylons" just sounds more elegant and tasteful.