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today i decided to wear a maxi skirt and try really hard to be pleasant and martha stewart-ish. i vowed to scrub something, iron something and try hard to get an important errand run. i had a few in mind until i realized that i promised evie jane no car seat rides would be taken today (many, many car-seat rides were taken over the weekend) and my house is clean already, so what then?
since, i couldn't think of what to do and my baby was napping, i gave the dogs a bath. i used some really wonderful smelling shampoo and dry-heaved as i tried to pull the eye boogers off of their eye hairs (i cannot do it!). after we finished they ran around the house like maniacs until they were dry enough to pass out on the carpet. do you want to know if they look clean, friends? they do not. they still look filthy. they look homeless. they smell like poop. but, i bathed them and the tub is now grimy as a result and i feel confused.
i think evie must be growing a lot right now, because all girlfriend wants to do is sleep. sleeps for 12 hours at night, up for one hour, back down for 2 (sometimes 3), up for 1.5, down again for 2...by the time daddy gets home she's got a solid 16 hours under her belt and yet, still wants to be in bed by 8:30. she leads a nice little life, that one.
as for me, the hardest part about my life right now is that my sink smells bad. do you know what i mean? there are no dirty washcloths in the sink (not even any dirty dishes) and i have wiped and sprayed and spritz and still, it stinks. this is one of the worst things that can happen to a woman, don't you think? i keep walking in and out of the kitchen sniffing the smell and attempting to destroy it and i am making no progress. send help, would you?
my husband is going to china in a few weeks. he is getting an mba and he got into a really great school and yadi yadi yadda, he will be gone for 16 days. last night i couldn't sleep, but of course, he could, so i lay next to him in bed and wondered what in the world i will do while he is gone. a few years ago i took a trip to san francisico over my birthday without him and i was a miserable mess the entire time. i cried. i felt out of place. i muttered
"if g was here..." a few too many times under my breath. by the end of my trip my parents proclaimed that i was not a pleasant person to be around when separated from him for an extended period of time and they would not be taking me away from him again. we were gone for 5 days.
and now he'll be gone for 16, so assume what you will. sometimes i just feel like he is the only person who consistently makes sense to me. who doesn't make me feel the need to grumble and scratch my head. who says the right things at the right times. who doesn't gross me out while eating dinner (and never licks his fingers, so help me!), who makes me feel like i make sense, who doesn't get really annoying after a while.
perhaps this is just the result of living together for almost five years or perhaps he is just a really nice person to be around (i think so) but i really really don't do well without him.
i mean, he
always chews his food with his mouth closed. you know?
ps. someday, when i feel like writing again, i have two really great things to tell you about. one involves a dead rat and the other involves a stranger pounding on my door at 3:30am. get excited.
