My best friend went home yesterday after almost a week visit. I kept my emotions in check long enough to say goodbye coherently. I didn’t want her to fall apart either, but as soon as I pulled away from the curb, the tears came in buckets. It was the first time in many months that I think I have really cried. Don’t get me wrong – I’ve laughed so hard I cried because of something the kids have done, I’ve cried out after injuring myself and I’ve cried a little over sappy movies. But I haven’t cried so hard my eyes got puffy and my heart felt like it was breaking. It has been almost a year since we last saw each other. We talk almost every day, several times a day. We have childhood best friends and then we have our adult best friends. These are usually the ones that love you in spite of all of your baggage, maybe even love you because of all your baggage. Erin and I have been friends for nearly twelve years. We ground each other. We support each other. I wave a big Kleenex carrying, snot-nosed middle finger to goodbyes.
I would also like to wave a very cold, shivering, numb and achy flip off to winter weather, again. The high has only been in the low 20’s for the last week. The temperature in my house during the day is a high of 62. Brrrrr…so instead of turning up the heat, I just layer on more clothes because it seems ridiculous to heat up the whole house for just me and Luna. However, it makes typing incredibly difficult. I’m starting to think that investing in some glove warmers or microwavable heating bags is a good idea. The Snuggie isn’t looking so foolish anymore. I double salute our winter blanket too. I like to set the heating blanket on to “pre-heat” so that my bed is nice and toasty when I slide under the covers. I sleep the best bare-footed, and preferably not rolled up in a fetus like ball. So I keep the blanket on all night. But then I am hot by the middle of the night in my flannel and thermal pajamas, which then necessitates me taking off said pajamas. Then of course, when I have to go to the bathroom at 2am, I freeze my ass off when I get out of the bed. It’s an incredibly vicious cycle. I’m quite sure there is an obvious solution. DW says to just turn off the blanket before I fall asleep once my toes are nice and warm. Doesn’t he understand that I need the blanket on so that when I get back in the bed, after my 2am potty break, my toes have a toasty spot to retreat ?
I’d flip off my lack of sleep only my hands are too numb. Perhaps my real enemy here is the evil DVR who makes me stay up way too late after the kids go to bed watching mindless T.V. shows. For some reason my brain won’t tell my hands, to tell my fingers, to press “Power Off” on the remote control until midnight. Half the time I have to re-watch the latter half of any given program because I fell asleep before the end and have no clue what happened. Yesterday, at The Tortoise’s swim meet, I actually fell asleep sitting in the bleachers while the divers were competing. My body swayed forward a little. Luckily, my neck jerked back, gracefully I’m quite sure, and snapped me out of this late night t.v. watching coma. I had to get up and walk around out in the lobby to get some circulation back in my legs.
A final sudo-tech savvy flip off to my new cell phone. My Palm Centro had finally lived its last text, and so I replaced it this week with the Droid Pro. It was delivered last night and activated this morning. Do you know why it took me so long to post today? Because I am overwhelmingly distracted by this HUGE time-waster and all of its pretty buttons and app’s. I’m screwed. I think I re-arranged the home page 14 times. Big deal that I can check my email, text and instant message all at the same time; I can’t even get myself to quit trying out all of the ring-tones. I need a tutorial just to learn how to dial a phone number.
Have a fantastic friday!