Although I don’t really consider myself to be a single mother, Stanley is here too much for that. Swinging by his monkey tail.
Here is Stanley, Shame and Failure swinging along
I’m still the wife/maid though. My day or not I’m the one that had to go get the kids haircuts. And The Boy needed cleats and baseball pants that fit for his practice tomorrow.While at Sports Authority today a very butch woman tried hard to convince me I needed these:
I’m sorry. They are too ugly. I need to work out, I know I do. But I can never wear those shoes. If some of y’all have them, then I’m sure they are cute. On me, a definite no. Not even the pink at the top could make it work. They are much cuter here than in person. And on her. Surely just looking at me she should have known I would not wear those shoes. I should be offended. I have not worn that shade of yellow since the 80’s.Have you ever noticed that if you own something and then see it on someone else you won’t wear it again? It’s a phenomenon I observe in myself..
I like these:
You know. For carpool and PTA meetings. Or how about work? I know my patients would appreciate them.“How would you rate your depression today, Ms. X? Are you sleeping ok? Eating ok? Ever have moments where you feel like hurting yourself? Hearing any unfriendly voices? (cross leg) Like my shoes?”I did buy myself these today to make myself feel better. I thought they would be super $$$.
Nope. Art Happens is an Etsy shop. $40! Even if they break after 1 day I will be smiling and sparkling for that one day. Possibly I am trying to buy my own love.
Next I want some coral lipstick. I want lips that look like this for Spring
But damn, after some research it is a mixture of 2 shades that her makeup artist blended.
DON’T MAKE MY LIFE HARDER MAKEUP BITCHES!
I do not appreciate.
It is my night, tonight and tomorrow, then I am out for the weekend, get the kids Sunday p.m. and have them through their Spring Break next week until Wednesday of the following week because when Spring Break is over, dude will be out of town at a conference. In addition, the packers are coming Monday after we leave and moving us out of here to refinish the hardwood floors. Luckily they could do it when we were out of town. However, I have been told that we won’t be moved back in until Mon or Tues of the next week. Which means I also have to pack school clothes which I did not have on my agenda in my wee brain. What a mess.
And I had the kid’s bathroom painted Benjamin Moore Blue Diamond
I’m trying to convince myself it is perfect. You can see the glow from the street.Since my divorce, I find it is the little things that can push me over the edge. Such as, I had gripped my brain around packing 3 kids for Spring Break and being out of the house while they redid the floors, but having to also pack school clothes for the kids and backpacks, etc. well………… that is the tipping point.The blue glow (plus the discovery that the painters only put one coat behind the door)………. tipping point.Tonight the dog smelled poopy. Impromptu dog bath…………. tipping point.Of course I realize that all of this low frustration level comes from depression and my recent upheaval. Knowing it doesn’t make it right. Since my divorce, my tipping point looks like
coupled with an ugly cry
It isn’t quiet and it isn’t pretty.But it will have pretty earlobes, cute shoes, and exquisite lips in a mixture of 2 shades.