By The Wiz
Can I just say that Thanksgiving is this week and it is 74 degrees outside? I couldn’t be happier.
Last night I woke up and could have sworn a man in a creepy white (slightly klannish)robe was in my room. Once my eyes and my brain adjusted, I saw the shadows and lights for what they really were. Still, I was too scared to get up and use the bathroom, which was why I woke up. So I stayed in my bed and didn’t move. Because if a Kreepy Klan member really was in my room, I would be so much safer in my bed lying comatose than running, fighting, or yelling.
Next month I am planning on taking a red eye flight with my eight year old. Do you think I’m crazy? I don’t care what you think. Yes I do. But I’m going to do it anyway. And if I knock on your hotel room at 6 in the morning and demand to be let in, don’t hate me forever. Also, let me sleep. Watch my daughter for me? Thanks.
I refuse to comprehend that I will need winter coats for Christmas. I’ve completely forgotten what long sleeves feel like. I don’t want to buy new coats that my kids will wear for one week. I also don’t want them to freeze that week. So I will shove them into coats that are too small, or possibly wrap them up in layers of garbage bags. Don’t hate me because I am a brilliant, brilliant mother.
I promised my girls they could have their own rooms in this new house. They were thrilled, talked constantly about the day they could finally be separate, and then proceeded to sleep together 90% of the time once we got here. They have now made it official that they are sharing a room, so all the furniture is shoved into the smaller of the two rooms. It looks weird. There is barely room to walk. They love it. I don’t care, because this house is not for sale, and so does not need to be ”staged.” We now have extra room for guests. Come on over.
You don’t mind sleeping in a pink room, do you? It will be a light green someday, when I get around to painting it.
Maybe I will buy paint today. After all, my house is a wreck, I’m hosting Thanksgiving and have not yet begun to cook, so it is the perfect time to paint the play/guest room!
Hey, Laurel, email me your yams recipe? Thanks.
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