I know, I know…its almost Friday AND its a long weekend (and I had really good sex this week) but I just can’t get past the blahs. I have THREE well thought out posts to write and yet finding the time to type them out seems to escape me.
Yesterday was to be my day. Sort of.
Maddy had surgery to replace the tubes in her ears. Simple, fast, no drama. Well, it was supposed to be that way. But the surgery center was clearly overbooked and so the 2 hours I expected to spend away from home (before coming home to write) ended up taking 4 hours. She sat on that gurney with her princess blanket and her kitty and I told her stories. Monster stories, stories of little girls having surgery, variations of Goldilocks. She warmed up to the staff and got sillier and sillier. She’s fine. More than fine. She’s completely unfazed. No two hour nap to recover from the anesthesia, no mopey, weird, drunk preschooler. Just wild and crazy Maddy.
So instead it was our day. We watched some TV. I did some laundry. I chased her around the house (in an effort to hide the fact I was desperately seeking my laptop power cord.) We got pedicures, me melon, Maddy a sparkly, Daddy-friendly pink. We made watermelon grapefruit agua fresca, some amazing banana bread and worked in the yard.
And it was lovely.
But I didn’t get the house cleaned. Didn’t work on my fundraising. Didn’t write those posts, those SEXY TIME posts.
So maybe the blahs are because I’m back here at my desk at work. And not dancing with these cute toes.