Update: dinner with dread-law sucked, but whatever, he's gone. Lets hope this deal doesn't go through so we don't get to see him more.
Now, it's mid-day, 1 p.m.-ish. I just showered, and am wandering around in my bra and underwear and socks, hoping that I will find my toothbrush, the second one this week my sons snagged. Yesterday they threw my lip gloss in the toilet and tried to flush it. I did just find the shampoo, though, so there is that. To this end, my dear husband is going to move my computer into the living room where I can monitor the darlings and keep my room off-limits so I can actually write and do my classes. If he doesn't, I am simply not going to do things he expects me to do to make his life easier, like cook meals and wash his clothes.
We have our anniversary weekend this weekend, and I haven't done anything to get ready for it. Go me. We'll pack on Thursday. I will worry about packing Thursday night. I'd like to you know, put some thought into it, but that would require me to think ahead, and I got the hotel already, didn't I?
Somebody I know isn't updating their blog, and I am left to wonder, where is that paper shredder now?