Last night Susan called me, way way past her 8:00pm bedtime, so we could co-ordinate whatever it is we feel we need to co-ordinate. Both of us being the lazy Type-A personalities. (I love you, Susan.) You know they type who really want to be in control of everything and worry endlessly, and yet never do much constructive about it. The type who appear laid back, but that is the result of a glass or three of wine.
I’m excited about this trip for a lot of reasons, including five days of snuggling with Chris and SJ and this whole conference thing, but I don’t know what to say about it, really. I’m looking forward to meeting the women I write for (women who hired me sight-unseen, to write about What You All Should Wear, without ever knowing if I spend all day in yoga pants and a tee shirt from ten years ago and rubber flip flops, which I just MIGHT, after all). I’m also hoping that five days in Chicago–five days of eating in restaurants and having cocktails at 3:00 pm and wearing nice shoes and talking to all these smart smart women that I read and e-mail with and not having ANY of those things interrupted by a request to reassemble a Lego firetruck that I JUST spent an hour putting together–will help me shake my unshakeable crabbiness.
Or at least I can be crabby with Chris, which should be fun.
Speaking of fun! I’ve had a couple of e-mails asking how WE WILL HAVE FUN IF IT KILLS US is going these days. The answer is, meh. I’m making a big effort to get us out of the house every day, to do something that requires a LOT of physical energy (Wade likes to tell people that my parenting philosophy is TIRE THEM OUT, which is totally true) but there is still that moment in every day when someone is whining PLAAAAAAY WITH MEEEEEEE or asking for more computer time. Or when I look at the clock and realize that it’s ONLY ONE THIRTY HOW THE HELL IS THAT POSSIBLE?
That was today, by the way.
This morning I wrote the Big Check for everyone’s school tuition, which means that I will be dropping everyone off (AT THE SAME SCHOOL PRAISE JESUS) in just over a month. Wade was reminding me the other night that it’s almost August, which means that we’re essentially counting down to the First Day of School. And of course, I said, “BUT I HAVE TO GET HENRY A UNIFORM! AND SCHOOL SUPPLIES! AND WE HAVE TO CONVINCE HIM THAT HE WILL LOVE THIS SCHOOL! AAAAAAAHHHHH!” Then I opened a bottle of wine, with one hand.
Lazy Type-A. That is totally me.
(Also! Cathy asked if I was still writing for Parent Dish, and the answer is no! and yes! I’m “on leave” for the summer, because all this Having Fun was making it pert near impossible to post every day. I’ll be back after Labor Day. In the meantime, I’m over here and over here AND over HERE, telling you what to wear. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go stand in my closet for a while and fret about what to take to Chicago. God forbid I actually TRY ANYTHING ON. I’m just going to get some wine and look at my clothes and then call Chris AGAIN and say “What are YOU wearing?”)