Yesterday at my kitchen table my friend Jenny, fresh off the plane from a week in New York City, told me of a mutual friend who had mentioned Jenny's recent travels. How lucky for Jenny that she got to go, said this friend. Yes, replied Jenny, but everything has a cost...
I made a Halloween wreath!
I sent a picture of the wreath to Noelle who replied, "I'm getting tired just looking at it." I laughed and said,
"What do you mean?"
"Because there are Michael's-esque stores involved, and driving and hunting for things. There's glue, and kids, and glue and feathers both stuck to my fingers. I can't find a nail and hook, my finger gets banged with a hammer and...."
"You're so right. It all started because E.G. had piano lessons, so I had 30 minutes to kill and drove down the street to Hobby Lobby. Next thing I know I'm driving between Michael's and Hobby Lobby, I can't find the right letters to spell "Boo", the kids are complaining, the baby eats a sack of 'fruit' snacks, and there's leftovers for dinner because I'm busy making crap."
"And you're thinking, 'I'm trying to make good memories for you, you ungrateful jerks!'"
This morning the baby woke up early crying furiously. I opened the door to find her in a puddle of crib vomit the color of fruit snacks. It was either the snacks or the leftovers. Freshly bathed and nursed, she lost it again, drenching me and our chair. Ah, one of those tummy bugs, I accepted.
I put her in the worst outfit she owns: a pink and black polka dot ruffled tutu leggings nightmare with a cartoon character on the front, because if she's going to destroy clothes today, let's not make them something I like. She got so many compliments on her outfit at the grocery store that I guess I no longer have good clothing taste. The people must be right, and I must be wrong.
She splattered her outfit and the car seat on the way home.
(But I really love my cool Halloween wreath.)