Queen of Rambles

Lost! I had no idea it was back on tonight. I’ll have to write this entry in between commercials. No worries, no spoilers from me. I was also very pleasantly surprised to see Ugly Betty on the DVR.

I forgot about how dirty summer can be when you have a young child. Today was the start of sand season. We went to the park directly after Body Pump and spent two hours in the sand pit. My friend invited her friend. Her friend is a real estate agent. We had a good talk, but I am not ready to make any decisions yet. I am totally ready to find a new agent who works specifically in Germantown, but it scares the crap out of me because I don’t feel like anyone can be trusted. Everyone is out for themselves. I don’t blame them, but it doesn’t help me. I’m not ruthless enough. I hate to dicker. I hate to confront people. I am weak. I wish I was strong. I don’t think an intense regimen of Body Pump is going to help my back bone.

Thank you all so much for sharing about your experiences, and especially thank you to Caroline for a plethora of information (in the comments of my regular blog, not LJ).

Anyway, came home from the pit, Erik was screaming for outside, so I cleaned off the balcony and uncovered the sand table. Last year I declared that the sand and water table would NOT contain any water this year, but I was feeling crazy so I filled it up. What a difference a year makes in a little guy’s behavior! He spent an hour out there and didn’t make a huge mess. He did, however, end up with a diaper full of sand. I had to change a poopy diaper and the whole turd was sand encrusted. Aren’t you glad you visited the blog today? I couldn’t even wipe him because it would have abraded his skin, so I put him in the kitchen sink and hosed him down while he screamed bloody murder.

We had company over for dinner. On a Thursday! I know! Our social life is getting wild and exciting. The house was a pit, but none of us cared. I cooked a meal I’d never tried before (spicy Polynesian wraps, which were barely spicy at all) and didn’t care much for it. Everyone else claimed to love them, so I hope they weren’t just lying to spare my feelings.

Erik was a great little guy tonight. He is in love with the visiting family. He calls them mommy and daddy, which is kind of freaky. He wants to sit on “daddy’s” lap all the time and hugs his new “mommy.” The little boy is very sweet and the boys get along so well that it’s almost freaky. It was so great to have a nice little relaxed dinner with friends and no big stress about everything being perfect. Have I mentioned before how relieved I am to finally have a friend I click with? It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my chest or else something wonderful has been injected into my veins. I’m a lot happier these days. Real life friends: the anti-drug!

Tomorrow: preschool!

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