The jet lag, she is a wicked mistress. Jack keeps saying "Mommy? Do you need some coffee?" . But it's not just the time difference... I am feeling the void that my girls left behind. And nobody in my house can give a proper accessory critique. I have worn flip-flops for 3 days now, and THEY ARE LETTING ME GET AWAY WITH IT. If this keeps up, I will be busting out the banana clips and skorts in no time. Save me!
It's so surreal, the being back home and doing of housework. Oh, and lest I forget, the changing of diapers. How lovely was it to wipe no behind but my own for 4 whole days, you ask? SO LOVELY. But all that was (nearly) forgotten the moment two sets of pudgy arms wrapped around my kneecaps. It's a fine line to walk, this place between carefree city girl and pony-tailed, yoga-panted Mom.
And I left my creativity swirling around in the ether, up with the foggy blanket over San Francisco. I like to think it's just marinating there, soaking up a bit more of the melancholy of the bay. Perhaps it will return to me once it is fully saturated. Until then, I can always just post more photos of my dog in funny hats, right? Or I could, um, plagiarize myself and take my email ramblings and put them up as today's post. Which do you think I chose? (Mocha knows.)
And now off we go for the pre-kindergarten physical. There will be shots, and so also tears... and then ice cream.
2 comments:
I'm trying to picture you in a banana clip. Don't do it, Girl! It's not that bad!!!
Oh yes it is... I keep counting all of the missing items at our house. I have to list them all in order to make ONE call to my oldest daughter. She keeps saying, Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about that...
I think I'd rather go back to wiping asses.
Flip flops? I love flip flops. They are a huge part of my summer wardrobe.
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