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1. This was my life the other day: trying to feed a kid dinner, baking cookies, and writing a letter of rec... all at the same time. My husband had called to say he was going to be really late at work and I wanted to get in a run after Sawyer was in bed since my house would be empty. I know there's a lot of evidence to show multi-tasking is bad, but sometimes it's the only way to survive my life.
2. I'm about half way through Lauren Groff's Fates and Furies and have really enjoyed it so far, but I'm curious to see where she's going to go in the remaining two hundred pages.
3. I've had reason to do a lot of reflection and introspection and over-thinking this week. My conclusion? If you're all in, you're all in. If you're there 100% when things are good, you should be there 120% when things are bad (unless the other person likes to kill puppies or tell kindergarteners there's no such thing as Santa). If not, you should try to be. (Disclaimer: this has nothing to do with my marriage. Just in case someone I know is actually reading).
4. So I have issues with gift receiving and gift giving- with most people I find the whole thing just really awkward and uncomfortable, mostly when I'm the one receiving. Over the holidays I gave a few things to people and not all of them acknowledged receipt, even though I know they did get what I gave. It's not like I can text them a "hey, aren't you going to acknowledge what I gave you?" but still, it's a little annoying.
5. So, my husband is a huge X-Files fan, but I find the show really disturbing and it creeps me the hell out. He has the complete series and had on the first episode a few weeks ago, one about these girls who had these puncture wounds because they were abducted by aliens. Sunday I noticed several on my legs. Obviously, I was abducted in my sleep. Or a spider crawled up my effing sweats and feasted on me. I don't know, but I don't like it.
6. Also, if we're talking about weird occurrences then I might as well mention the fact that I had a few moments this week where I thought someone might be living in our attic (I actually wrote a short story about this recently) because there were a few oddly misplaced things in Sawyer's room. But, then I got to thinking. Say there is someone squatting in the rafters and has been for awhile, without killing us in our sleep. Shouldn't he help out with the cleaning? Maybe be available in case I want someone to like come in and clean the carpets while I'm at work? (MAN IN THE ATTIC IF YOU ARE READING THIS EITHER UNLOAD THE DISHWASHER OR GET OUT!!!!)
I am kidding. I scream bloody murder when my husband comes home and I don't know he has arrived. If there is a stranger lurking above the ceiling and I spotted him I would die of a heart attack. No joke.
7. There are a thing! I had heard rumors of their existence but had never seen them in stores (granted, I may not have really ever looked). Well, now they're mine and I just used 1/3 of the jar on one cup of hot chocolate because I kept refilling. Apparently I am eight-years-old.
8. I introduced Sawyer to my favorite childhood movie yesterday, Follow that Bird. He watched a few minutes in his new chair that his great-aunt got him, took a dance break for a song, and then was done. This is probably a good thing because something tells me I might still blubber over the scene where poor Big Bird is painted blue and cries while being locked up by the super mean carnies.
9. I keep forgetting that Monday is a holiday and then get incredibly happy and relieved when I remember.
10. Give me your best running songs. Please. Fast, poppy, clubby kind of stuff.