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.
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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