1. I dreamed about growing grass last night, amongst other things having to do with the move. We're just about three weeks out, and the stress is picking up a bit. And bleeding into my dreams.
2. I just got done watering the grass. We water it three times a fucking day. FUCK YOU, ARIZONA.
3. I have a Parents as Teachers appt in 45 minutes. I should not be on here.
4. I need to pack a box. I pulled shit out the cabinets and set it on the floor to pack. I have to do it. Because if I don't, Maddie will slice herself open with my food processor blades I have out. That'll get you packing. Put dangerous shit in every pile.
5. My dad wasn't mad that I didn't call on his birthday. I know you were worried.
6. My kid now says a bunch of words. Yeah, I'm sure that's thrilling, but when you start thinking you gave birth to a mute, it's reassuring to have "a cup" repeated. every time you have a morning coffee. Other words include moon, bird, book, rock, bad (dog), boo, OHHHHHHH (think Spongebob intro), dada, outside, boo, shit, no, nah.
7. I started back exercising yesterday after over two weeks of not. I hurt my peroneal tendon on my right foot and then got an acute upper respiratory infection. I thought I'd go back down to sea level after stud running in Arizona and be awesome, running like a goddamn gazelle. Might even have been near a half marathon by now. Instead, I'll try to run two miles tonight without dying. Life is a bitch. Note: it's harder to run here because of the elevation and dry air. So training in Arizona = beating ass in Missouri. If you don't have to keep restarting....
8. If I don't eat at the German Cafe before we leave here, I'm going to have a meltdown. I want schnitzel.
9. Lord, please let Maddie be cool for the 30 hours we're going to spend alone in the car together...with the dogs.
10. Lord, please let me stay cool for the 30 hours I'm going to be alone in the car with my kid and dogs.
*Thoughts and prayers to Oklahoma. Heartbreaking...
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I want schnizel now too. Dammit.
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