If anyone were to walk into my apartment right now, they would assume it was part of some televised social experiment where a dozen pre-teens were picked to live together in a small suburban apartment, and see what happens. Shenanigans ensue.
Seriously though. There’s a pile of tiny legos strewn on my living room floor, just waiting for the bottoms of my feet to scrape over them. There is a blanket, a child’s yellow raincoat, a couple of computer boxes, and a cat, all laying in a row, like a series of traps set for someone to fall into as they pass unknowingly through the front door. The dishes in my kitchen? The clean ones are by the sink, the dirty ones are in it. That’s good, right?
There are two fingernail clippers sitting on the edge of my bathtub. Why?
In my bedroom, I still haven’t unpacked my suitcase from Hawaii. Well, don’t blame me! It was snowing until 2 weeks ago! What was I going to do with a stack of summer clothes? They were much safer folded up in my suitcase on the floor. Well, until I rifled through it trying to find one last clean pair of panties. And there are orange cracker crumbs in my bed from this morning when Jack was hungry, and I was still a zombie and he needed breakfast and I needed to keep sleeping.
My success for today: I successfully wrote my essays last night, it only took me until 2:30am. Late this morning, I typed them up. And then I got them printed and turned in on time (which is more than I can say for my monogram assignment for my typography class, which I thought I had until Thursday to complete. Yeah turned out I had until yesterday. Oops.)
I also took my vitamin supplement for skin, hair, and nails for the second consecutive day. Woot!
So yeah, my apartment is a wreck. I need a shower, my hair needs coloring, my cat needs to be brushed because he’s shedding worse than I am, my suitcase needs to be once and for all unpacked, and my laundry needs to be washed, dried, and put away.
But my son laughed today. We played together. He didn’t feel like crying about anything. My grandmother got milk today because I brought it to her. Jack and I were probably the only people she saw today, and I think she was happy to see him. We have a toilet ring, but it’s still functioning. And if you don’t know what a toilet ring is, read the “Cat in the Hat Comes Back.” Skip to the page about the “big pink cat ring” in the bathtub, and just imagine it happening in the commode. Voila.
I’m not picture perfect, but I’m going to be ok.
