After going almost two months without posting I want to make up for it but it usually comes down to not having much to say.
Do you really want to know that I almost never wear the same pyjamas twice in a row? There is something so satisfying about putting on clean pyjamas. Since I’m not Oprah and can’t change my sheets everyday I can put on clean pyjamas.
Do you want to know that my son brought me a loaf of bread today that he made at his new job at the bakery? Both my kids work at a local grocery store and both were promoted. My daughter is in the deli, my son in the bakery. My son, being my son was having a panic attack the other day because he felt he wasn’t learning fast enough and was going to quit but the manager asked him not to and said he was doing a great job. Isn’t is nice when the rest of the world sees your kids how you see them? I wanted to call that manager up and thank him but well, my son is 22, not 12.
Do you want to know that I have a friend at work who makes me laugh so hard by showing me totally arbitrary pictures she takes of the strangest things that make no sense? Pictures of picnic tables, a stuffed toys, a person with a suitcase at the airport. These aren’t deep thoughtful pictures that tell a story. They are just pictures. And she gets so excited showing them to me. She brings me Perrier and cookies and today she brought me a bookmark that says Just Breathe because I have a Breathe tattoo on my wrist. She’s retiring in December and I am going to miss her so much. I’m lucky to have a friend like her.
Do you want to know that Norbert loves skim milk? I’m pretty sure I have said this before. Probably dozens of times. He’s waiting right now for some because I always give it to him before I go to bed and it’s my bedtime soon. He gets frantic, no lie, if he thinks I’m going to forget.
Do you want to know that when I look at my hands I realize I’m not a young woman anymore? What happened there?
Do you want to know I go through a lot of Kleenex? I have an unending runny nose and have boxes stashed all over the house and in my car. To add to this, do you want to know that when I sneeze I sneeze in threes? Every single time. And if I don’t I get confused and wonder what happened to the third.
Yeah. I know. You probably do want to know these things but to me they seem silly and unimportant but they make up my life. I’m going to go get Norbert some milk and go to bed in clean pyjamas.