I watched the weather forecast on the news today and saw that the chances of my head exploding are 80%.
Fortunately, I had book club last week and this week Brock took me out for Valentine's Day on Monday night. I needed to run an errand, which happened to be in a super wealthy gated community, before dinner so we had some 'romantic alone time' in the truck. Romantic alone time with us always leads to delightful conversations.
Brock, looking out the window at the McMansion that someone called home, "These kinds of neighborhoods make me uncomfortable."
Me, "Really? Not me. In fact, I always thought that I belonged in a neighborhood like this."
Brock, "Well let me just pull over and you can get out."
I laughed. Then we drove along in silent awe of the monstrous residences. I was thinking about how hard it is to keep our tiny 1,400 square foot house cleaned and organized. My ceilings are only 8 feet high, yet I still can always find a cobweb in a corner somewhere. How on earth does one clean a 24 foot ceiling? (I know- a maid- a really tall one with go-go-gadget arms)
|This feels completely natural to me....|
We passed yet another giant house with a for sale sign in the yard and the dinky, underwhelming Home Depot special mailbox on a skinny post stood out like a sore thumb. People lit their trees with spotlights in this neighborhood.... they built fences out of stone..... if they could have lawn jockeys and still have friends, they would. I said, "You would think they could get a nicer mailbox."
Brock yelled, "YEAH! Our mailbox is bigger!"
Our mailbox is indeed bigger. It also is rusted, has holes in it, and dangles precariously by what appears to be one nail from an old telephone post with a shit ton of holes drilled in it (i.e. a home for wasps). It's really nice.
So our date continued to a Mexican restaurant, where we gazed lovingly at one another through margarita reddened eyes and talked about other people. Then we wound up at the center of the Universe, also known as SuperTarget, to buy Mickey Mouse water bottles for the kids Valentine's gifts (they then drank WATER all day the next day instead of eating CANDY. I'm a GENIUS! And yes, they spilled a lot of it onto the carpet). We also picked up some pathetic strawberries and an 800 pound bag of frozen hashbrowns for our Valentine's party brinner. Cuz that's how we roll. Don't be jealous.
Then last night, I practically RAN out of the house (neither child napped and it was an all out shrieking fest here) because my girlfriend took me to see The Vow as a pre-birthday gift. I learned two things last night: 1.) Channing Tatum is hot. And 2.) Channing Tatum is hot.
This weekend we will be venturing out again! With adults! In a public setting! With adults! I'm going to wear pretty shoes and drink things that taste like adultness! I'm so thrilled that I'll bet I can almost make it through the day without snarling.
No I can't. It isn't even 9 am and I have already snarled at least 10 times. Does anyone have any duct tape? I'll need to wrap it around my head so that it doesn't blow apart.
COME ON SPRING.
What do you do to get through that stupid time of year, otherwise known as winter (plus teething)?