So, I managed not to wear the same black t-shirt and pair of black sweats for the fifth day in a row. In fact, I even managed to wear a skirt – the one I repurposed last fall from a torn pair of Neil’s pants. I actually managed to feel like a girl for a while, as opposed to a big black blob.
I tried to reschedule the school meeting I alluded to yesterday, but with no luck. Apparently they don’t believe in talking to parents in the afternoon and require all of their meetings to be in the morning, 40 minutes before school starts. Yeah, that’s real convenient.
I made a successful batch of green play dough with the little guy. He’s getting to the point where he doesn’t even notice that I’m snapping pictures of everything we do together…
And then I did a couple of things not on the list: talking a walk with the little guy in the early afternoon, picking up Indian take-out from a restaurant we’d never tried (It was good – I always seem to be in the mood for Indian on our anniversary – must have something to do with the yummy Indian food we had on our honeymoon in San Francisco), and taking another walk around the neighborhood, this time after supper with the whole family.
There’s always tomorrow to tackle the rest of that list, right? Right