You know those days? Those “off”days? (not even remotely related to “A Day Off”, by the way.)
Today was one of those days.
The inauguration that I wanted to be happy about experiencing for it’s historic value but sat through with a knot in my stomach.
Baths in the morning.
The shed had to be addressed.
The Saturn was towed away.
We called and asked them to come, but it was a little like putting a pet down. Just a little. I remember the ‘rents letting me take it to Lord-knows-where with a notorious young man soon after we got it; stuffing 11 of us in there to get ice cream in Casper during a spring retreat; traveling to CA with Lace and Jac; driving to Engaged Encounter in the fog and snow in that purple machine. Good times. But it needed to go. And I couldn’t find the title. Ugh.
It was warm. No, hot, for January. The kids basked in the glow and my heart rejoiced then failed to think it will be at least 2 more months of cold and dark before each day is as beautiful as this.
And early thawing. How do I clean these? Where did she find that?
Then at 1:30 my brother in law called about my nephew’s birthday and I was volunteered to make Batman cupcakes for the party. At 6:00. Plans were moved and I focused on these (and sent Jac to go birthday shopping with the kiddos).
Thankfully, he liked them.
A lot. And they turned everyone’s lips and teeth greenish-black. Nice.
We were at the party for a while. I listened to a good deal of Hungry, Hungry Hippos and shrieking children.
This was a rare quiet moment – Philip playing Hungry, Hungry Hippos with Oreo the cat.
I was glad when the day was over.
