It’s been a heck of a week. I’m trying to decide on a preschool for Son for the fall, Son got violently ill to the point he almost had to be hospitalized for dehydration (he’s okay now, thank G-d!), and I had to face a truth that was obvious to everyone but me. In addition to all that, I own two pairs of Lia Sophia earrings, and this week I’ve lost one from each pair. One earlier this week, one today. Apparently my ears are suddenly slippery.
With Son feeling much better, today he and I joined my Dad, brother, sister-in-law and her kids for breakfast. It wasn’t planned, but we then decided to head to the local church’s Italian Festival for a few hours of scorching sun and children’s glee. Son and his cousins had usual fun riding the rides and playing carnival games.
I really wish I’d had my camera. First, of course, to get pictures of said children’s glee. But that’s not the only reason. The kids got tickets for winning the games and could trade them for trinkets. The sign above where we went to redeem the tickets for trinkets said, “Redemtion”. At a Church festival. I am amused.
The festival is in a field at the school, and there’s not been great amounts of rain here lately. Dust. Lots of dust. Add a lollipop and some fried dough. Son was F I L T H Y when we got back. I just hosed him down outside and sent him up for a nap, hoping to take one myself.
Alas, that was not to be. Guy was scheduled to come over to work on his website about fifteen minutes after I finally got Son to bed. Exhausted and hungry I did a little bit of house straightening but gave up after picking up a few bigger pieces of debris off of the Rug That Even My Dyson Cannot Keep Debris Free For More Than Ten Minutes.
I was so exhausted I didn’t freshen my makeup or run a brush through my hair. (Guy, I am so over you, dude.)
Guy arrived and had no idea what he wanted to do, so he left, very apologetic.
That’s fine. I can relax! But no, son is awake and needs to be fed and bathed and cuddled and read to. Son is fed, bathed, cuddled, read to and put to bed.
Now, at 9 pm, I finally get to sit down and relax, blogging with the Oscars on the background. Ahhhhh.
You know you have a lot of hair when you lose an earring and then find it, hours later, in your hair.
I wish I knew exactly when I lost it. Because now I’m just wondering how long it was dangling there.