Monday, September 26, 2011

it's a monday.

Golden light shed all across the fields, cast by the aspen leaves that seem to sparkle in the sunlight.  Adele and Lady Antebellum fighting for turns over the speakers, baby sighs and perfect weather.  I drove home from a day that was rather less than fun (Thanks for the warm welcome, Monday) and counted multiple blessings.

I went for round two versus the scalpel and the lidocaine for that mole.  Judging by the Frankenstein scar, I'd say the scalpel won, which would be a good thing.  A lost baby and two births, somehow, things that happen down there in doctor offices never seem to feel less violating.

I barely made it into the office due to a messy incident involving a little person and her carseat.  I'll spare you the poopy details, but imagine me frantically wiping at her head with baby wipes, impromptu emergency bath style.

I went to Kohl's where I happen to be a serious believer in their way of doing math, saving nearly as much as you spend some times.  Here, I was called by my name after seeing it on my credit card for about the third time this week.  Am I the only one that finds this sort of creepy?  Maybe I just shop too much.

I went to the post office and picked up a personalized gift where I discovered Ruby had become Rubi somewhere along the line.  I'm choosing not to stress, but of all things, this seemed to fit with the Murphy's Law theme of today.

And as it turns out, venti iced coffee with an extra shot of espresso has nothing on eight hours of not sleeping.  It's 5:00, and I think I'd give both my arms to go to bed right now.  And wake up with a clean house, otherwise the arm deal is off.

1 comment:

Jean H. said...

I wish I was 14-year-old daughter and I would take the girls' off your hands for a much need nap. We love to play and snuggle, but I'm happy to give them back. Hang in there!

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