Day Off
I’m taking the day off work today in honor of my birthday and in acknowledgment of the dire state of our house. We spent the morning cleaning and puttering. Lucas scrubbed the guest bathroom, so it’s safe for you to come over: Nothing grimy will eat you while you’re in there. My bathroom is another story.
At this moment the house is blessedly quiet, except for the hum of the dishwasher and clothes dryer. Asher is sleeping and Ian and Lucas just left for the grocery store. So it’s just me and my LJ. If I’m lucky, I’ll also have a moment to read my new gardening book. Squee! (I believe that’s what the Internet kidz say these days.)
I’m very busy with work … going on about three months now. It’s a super-wonderful-totally-great thing to be busy and earning. I must admit, however, I’m feeling pretty tired from the grind of it. Today is my first whole day off, with no working, in weeks and weeks. It’s frying out my circuits. Still, dear Universe, please don’t misinterpret. I’m delighted to have it. I’ve got big bills to pay; these children are anything but cheap. And some gloomy clouds are gathering on the horizon (state budget woes and how they might affect our household).
Today I get to see some friends and bask in their glory (See Glorious post). I can’t wait. Cosmos for all my merry men and las bonitas chicas! That’s my motto for today. A few darlings are away this weekend and I’ll miss them.
Yesterday I was showered with birthday messages and love. It was fantastic and made even my endocrine system chapter cleanup palatable. My gratitude for the attention and love is immeasurable.
My many boys took me out to dinner at Carmelita’s, where we had decent food and terrific margaritas. Ian’s right: It’s really not worth taking the children out to eat anymore. Which fortunately means more home-cooked, healthy dinners full of loving devotion and unfortunately means I am leaving the house less and less.
I’m making a resolution for my 38th trip around the sun: Build in More Fun.
