Today was just a delight. I slept in until 7:45. Dax took two naps, one an hour and a half and the other two hours. We met Dominic for lunch and swam in an almost deserted pool. We went out for pizza, and Dax suspended the crankfest he’s been throwing these past two weeks and was just adorable. Then we came home and read him some books and put him to bed, and now hot tub.
Good job, Wednesday. Good job.
Today is Dax’s 18-month birthday, and he is celebrating by trying to sleep all damn day, and I am too stunned by this behavior to intervene.
Babby, y u sooo sleepy?
I rode a ferris wheel by myself today. It felt good.
This is turning into stir fry and I am so excited.
One of the reasons I love going to movies so much is because I love to come home afterwards and read reviews. I would have liked to have read your thoughts about Before Midnight, Roger Ebert. I’m sure they would have been eloquent and wise, a good coda to a good movie, as always.
I’ve been dropping Dax off at daycare a couple days a week for a few hours at a time. I’ve gone to the beach with a book and cleaned our giant windows and gotten a haircut and interviewed for a job during these times. When I tell Dax he’s going to school to see “the kids,” he runs to our front door and points outside. I know he has a good time, and so do I. Today, I cleaned and styled my hair, put on makeup and a pretty dress, and now I’m in Orange Beach at a movie theater, and I’m waiting to see Before Midnight. Perfect perfect perfect day.
Dominic and I spent an hour drinking beer in our hot tub, and now I’m in matching pajama bottoms and top, and I’m listening to Joni Mitchell’s album Mingus, which I love but have to be in a very specific headspace to appreciate, and this may be the most pretentious sentence I’ve ever written, but I don’t even care because—
Living my best life. Florida edition.
So thankful 4 good hair again.
I’m thinking of the CW, right? I don’t watch much network television anymore because I’m an asshole who exclusively DVR’s Man Men, GoT, True Blood, Downton Abbey, and The Walking Dead.
If this song isn’t on the soundtrack to every TV show on the WB (wait, does the WB exist anymore?), it will be soon. Regardless, I love it.
I have an exciting hobby of wandering around antique stores and never, ever buying anything, but a few weeks ago I actually came home with this little fellow, and I’ve been very smug about my life choices ever since.