8 am: She actually WANTS to take the bus today - woo hoo!
8:25 am: There goes that idea.
8:26 am: Is that his retainer on the kitchen table?
9:15: Shoot, I forgot to buy coffee while I was out. There's no milk anyway.
10:00 am: Phone rings. Apparently we missed A's contact lens follow-up appointment (contacts are for sports only). Kinda makes a person wish she'd mentionned she had one.
10:30 am: I need to call the piano teacher and tell her we won't make it today. I am scared of her.
10:31 am: I love answering machines, and I love piano teachers with answering machines even MORE.
11:00 am: Bath.
11:30 am: Phone rings, interrupting bath nap.
11:45 am: Doorbell. I consider quickly painting chicken pox on my face so whoever it is won't think I'm still not dressed at this time of day, but the truth is, I am still not dressed. I fling on my (tidy, clean, quite nice looking) housecoat. It's birthday presents for my children. I love it that there are other people in the world who send things out in batches.
There's more, but you're all jealous enough already. Besides, B and his buddy will be home in less than half an hour and I have to hide the bottles* in the recycling bin and lay some clothes out on the bed so I can get dressed** the second I hear them at the door.
*Diet Coke - what did you think?
** I know, I know, TMI. Some day I'll get a book published and someone will interview me and ask "so do you really write naked?" and I will have to think up a witty answer. That's it. Today is absolutely the last reference I will make on this blog about what I am or am not wearing. Except - man, I hate clothes.