In other news, I get to start my week with a 9am dentist appointment tomorrow to get a filling. It’s only my second filling ever; the only other one I’ve had was 24 years ago. I’m not amused. I also have to go to the eye doctor this week so I have time to make adjustments if I need to before we set out on our holiday road trip. Double-double not amused.
For sure just left a note on the windshield* of the people in our building who have a new baby saying they can call or stop by if they need help or company. I figure if it were us it would be nice to have someone on hand even if we never asked them for anything. Our super says they’re alone in the city, and I recognize that situation and wouldn’t want to be in that situation with a baby and nobody to call, you know? Maybe they’ll think it’s weird, but in that case they just never have to use it. If they don’t think it’s weird then they’ve got someone to call when they need help.
*Their windshield because I know which car is theirs but not which apartment. Whatever.
*All drama immediately becomes family drama.* Poof!
I’m tired of planning food and organizing food and cooking food and eating food and cleaning up after food and thinking about food.
I don’t want to have to make supper tonight. I don’t even really want to eat supper tonight. I’m bored of food.
I went all Pinterest on my bedside table chargers and ran that nonsense through the bottom and behind the drawers so everything can charge in the drawers instead of all over the top. It’s fantastic.
And not like “woo we graduated and are headed to college! We’re adults now!” But like “we have kids and jobs and spouses and debts and our foreheads are going just a bit wrinkly.” WTF happened there. This is weird.