Today, we pawn the kids off onto my parents and Katy. Katy picked Clara. I’m thinking that’s the smarter move.
Today, we drive down to Atlanta. Travis will be begging for a massage after 2 hours of me belting out “Jingle Bells” in the car. “Owhatfunitistorideinacarwithasingingwiiiife.”
Today, we get to eat lunch. Alone. At a restaurant that doesn’t start with “Chucky” or end in me having to scrape mac and cheese off of Clara’s back. Don’t ask me how it gets there. It just does.
Today, we get naked and have other people touch our bodies. And we pay them to do that. That’s not weird at all.
Today, we shop Trader Joes. The very reason I need a second job. #joejoesftw
Today, we battle swarms of shoppers at the mall. Because guess who hasn’t bought a SINGLE, solitary Christmas present.
The same girl who hasn’t brushed her hair in a coon’s age. I’m thinking being face down in that massage donut thing will only help the situation.
Today, we get to be us. The “before” us. And I like those people.
Happy Saturday! Kiss your husband.