Today, like most days, I awoke to a five-year-old face inches from my own.
Husband was already gone.
He is eerily quiet in the morning.
Also, he is quiet at night.
Last week during night flying he came home around 3am, watched some TV while he had a bite to eat, crawled into bed next to me, and I never knew it until I woke up the next morning.
I didn't hear a thing.
Attention predators: Despite my lack of awareness, please do not come into my house in the middle of the night, watch my TV and eat from my fridge before climbing into my bed.
It might be easy, but that wouldn't make it right.
Where was I? Oh yes, I woke up this morning.
We're moving at blazing speed through my day, are we not?
After breakfast the kids and I shuttled off to the gym. I took a powercut class.
I was the second fattest person in the class, not that I'm catty enough to notice those kinds of things.
Then I came home and fed the children "pre-lunch."
You know, because they are bottomless pits that are never satiated.
After pre-lunch we met some friends at the pool for a playdate. When my children's stomachs dictated that the playdate was over for them, I broke the hearts of the remaining children as I collected our pool toys from them.
I'm just a meanie at heart.
We came home for lunch-lunch and naps.
After naps, I drove my swagger wagon through a torrential downpour to a town 30 minutes from here because if my daughter did not have Bloch tan tap shoes by tomorrow, worlds would collide.
Don't worry, I made sure to feed the kids post-lunch, or pre-dinner if you prefer, on the drive.
What's Bloch? I dunno. A brand of tap shoe.
The dress code for her dance school was very specific that they must be Bloch, and they must be tan. And I've been calling all around for stores nearby that carried them in her size, but apparently we are not the only ones in the world who wait until the last minute to do things.
But. I have an excuse.
We just moved, remember?
I will be drawing on that little number for the next 6 months.
Alex is fitted for the tap shoes. Alex is fitted for ballet slippers. I pick up a few pair of tights that were on sale.
SIXTY EIGHT DOLLARS and some odd cents later, I leave the store.
Did you know that Bloch tan tap shoes cost $42?
Neither did I.
But now I do.
And I'm starting to think that we should have picked a less expensive event for her.
Cooking class maybe? Hairnets can't be that expensive.
But then they would probably need some specific name brand and color of apron, and I'd be driving 30 miles to find it.
Rant complete. I'll be back on this subject come recital time, no doubt.
On the way home in yet another downpour, I decide that we should probably just go to McDonald's for the kids' dinner and a chance to play at the playplace.
Because I'm lazy like that.
And so we do.
Don't be concerned, I did not indulge in McD's food.
I did, however, order a sugar-free vanilla iced coffee. It's only 90 calories.
Bad news though, I am suspicious that it was not indeed a sugar-free one.
It tasted a little too good.
You just can't trust teenagers these days.
The kids shared a strawberry juice.
Alex, despite 5 years of life on earth and at least 3 of which included drinking from straws, decided it would be best to tip the cup back while she was drinking.
She was wearing a white skirt.
I'll let you know how that turns out.
Then we came home, and after an hour or so of tap shoes clackity-clack-clacking, the kids had baths.
I think I shall encourage her to wear them as often as possible. You know, to get our money's worth.
During bathtime, we were presently surprised when Daddy walked into the door. His workdays are usually somewhere between 12-14 hours, so many weekdays he doesn't get to see the kids at all.
So there you have it. Just another Wednesday, with a happy ending.
Don't be alarmed! Of course the kids had post-dinner, or pre-breakfast, before heading off to sleep.
Happy Hump Day to you!
That term always makes me laugh.
Because I'm mature like that.