a post for a post
Things happen like this:
I'm walking down a flight of stairs at Reed's while holding a new, full glass of delicious red wine, when my heel catches on the fold of my jeans and I go tumbling. The glass shatters and the wine is lost. Awesome. And by "awesome" I mean "how horribly embarrassing."
We were there to watch Dad play and enjoy some good wine and food, and despite my tumbling it was a good time. Christmas carols and drunk people and christmas trees, oh my.
Time is flying, speaking of Christmas, and I can't believe it's already December. This week has been full of 10-12 hour work days plus 3hour classes at night and tons of homework in the time left over. Everything else has been pushed aside due to lack of time. My eyebrows need plucking, my laundry needs doing, and my body needs soaking in a nice, hot bubble bath. But I guess that's what weekends are for.
Ali's in the middle of a life change, looking for alternative means of income and planning to go back to school for his bachelor's. I am so excited for him. I am proud already. But somehow I feel separate from it, and from him. Maybe that's good, because it's his thing, not mine. It's weird how hard it is to let him go about it in his own way.
Now, work. Tonight Ali's working til 10 so I've got the night to myself. My plans: walking daisy, doing laundry, plucking eyebrows, taking my take-home test, and cooking soup. All done in PJs, on my own time-line. Ahhhhh.
I'm walking down a flight of stairs at Reed's while holding a new, full glass of delicious red wine, when my heel catches on the fold of my jeans and I go tumbling. The glass shatters and the wine is lost. Awesome. And by "awesome" I mean "how horribly embarrassing."
We were there to watch Dad play and enjoy some good wine and food, and despite my tumbling it was a good time. Christmas carols and drunk people and christmas trees, oh my.
Time is flying, speaking of Christmas, and I can't believe it's already December. This week has been full of 10-12 hour work days plus 3hour classes at night and tons of homework in the time left over. Everything else has been pushed aside due to lack of time. My eyebrows need plucking, my laundry needs doing, and my body needs soaking in a nice, hot bubble bath. But I guess that's what weekends are for.
Ali's in the middle of a life change, looking for alternative means of income and planning to go back to school for his bachelor's. I am so excited for him. I am proud already. But somehow I feel separate from it, and from him. Maybe that's good, because it's his thing, not mine. It's weird how hard it is to let him go about it in his own way.
Now, work. Tonight Ali's working til 10 so I've got the night to myself. My plans: walking daisy, doing laundry, plucking eyebrows, taking my take-home test, and cooking soup. All done in PJs, on my own time-line. Ahhhhh.