Oh, Summer Time!
Summer is finally here and seems to mean business. And now we’re back to that old conundrum. Sunscreen. Have to have it. Have to slather it on my face. Have to protect my skin from wrinkles and cancer. Yet my eyes? My poor, poor eyes. They hate it when I put anything on my face (the number one reason I don’t wear make-up). By the end of the day my eyes are burning and tired and it makes me cranky.
Maybe being a leathery old woman is preferred. I don’t know.
We had a pretty nice day today. Our regular Monday playdate was moved to a pool, so we were both happy. I need more pool playdates. It seems like it would be harder than other playdates since there’s the whole “prevent your kid from drowning” aspect of pool play, but I just slap the kid into a life jacket and off he goes.
I finally got smart and took a few toys for him to play with. He doesn’t actually play with them. He just holds them and doesn’t let the other kids play with them. Nice. But other kids always bring toys and do the same thing, so I guess toys to possess it is. Is that the right word? He doesn’t want to put his soul into them and make them spin around. He just wants to own them. Or you know? He would probably love to put his soul into them and make them spin around. He’s been having daily meltdowns because I won’t use a magic wand to send him into the TV to play with Ruby.
If I had a magic wand, do you really think I’d let him play with Ruby of all rabbits? Why would a child want to play with that little brat? Max, yes, but Ruby?
I need to go to bed. Not only are my eyes tired from the sunscreen, my body is tired from BodyPump and my mind is tired from no sleep. I woke up around 3 am after a very vivid dream about someone breaking into the house. I never really got to sleep after that. It didn’t help that dear Mr. E joined us around 3:30. I went to the guest bed, but it is too noisy in that room.
On a totally unrelated note, has anyone noticed that the TNT dramas are getting good stars lately? I guess the networks have given up on real shows. It’s all reality, all the time. I hate reality TV. Except Project Runway, of course. Who doesn’t love Tim Gunn?
I can even watch Raising the Bar now that they gave Zack Morris a decent haircut. I know, I know. I am way too obsessed with hair. Not that you’d know it by my hair, but if I was a guy I wouldn’t have these problems. I’m sure I’d have a whole host of other problems.
I need bed.