Well its kinda been a crap couple of days. Don't you hate that? I think it happens whenever your last post was about praying and people start thinking you've gone Molly Mormon (code: Perfect perfect girl for all the non-mormons, cause i know there is a slew of you...ahahah...not really) And I was mad today to get a cortisone shot cause my dumb right hand is always numb. I tried to talk my doc out of it cause I was feeling a bit wimpy. I told him the tingling doesn't hurt and I don't even care that it does it cause I'm used to it. But he did it anyway.
Jason is swamped at work and I was cleaning my house for a inspection from the management company that I was so worried about that turned out to be a 19 year old kid who looked like he just woke up. He even made a joke about having to turn me in if I had a pot plant which I totally didn't get and was like, "You can't have potted plants! What! Where does it say that in the lease?" I am a dork. But at least my house was clean. Super super clean. Like the cleanest its been since my mother-in-law came last.... too bad its already messy now. Dang that kitchen floor.
So how surprised was I when I saw a bag in my mailbox full of these darling hair bows and a sweet note from a friend. Seriously made my day. And made up for the past few crap ones. Okay, so it wasn't like totally crap 24/7, because I definitely have a few good moments in there that I can't remember, but the end of the day hit-the-pillow, I was hoping to delete the whole week. But you can't do that, and somebody out there must have known that and decided to schlep the 20 minutes to my house to brightenen me up. Somebody really cool who I like alot. Makes me wonder if I do that for other people? How much schleping and nice note writing am I doing? I can't think of it any but am now resolved to be like that person. Right now I'm just grateful to not feel forgotten and be remembered. Funny how we always need reminding.
I cannot put on makeup alone.
Sometimes I am really annoyed and sometimes I chose not to be and hand her a brush. Or a gloss or some eye shadow that she smooshes to goop. If I was like my mother, I would have it all perfectly on before the kids woke up (with my hair done too), but I have not made it that far. So here is my makeup buddy. Her other name is Ruin my lipsticks by sticking in her finger-girl. Or smoosh stuff on her face while I quickly try and put mine on. I am a makeup girl, must be daily applied. The only time I don't is if I have the flu, which means like 2 days a year. And if you are feeling ugly, that just means you need more.
She is showing the lipstick on her lips. Those little lips are now puffy and black underneath from bonking her mouth on the kitchen chair during lunch. It looks so sad. That was the day after she came out with hives, the same day I took her in to get her stitches out. The same day the other two had flu shots. Miss Baylie's had a rough go of life this week. Which is why she needs makeup especially.
On the same day as my surprise delivery, I had a visit from my incognito out-of-state friend who only tells me hours before she arrives. We dined at Wendy's and let the kids play at the mall, but I'll take what I can get! One day we will live on the same street.