Yesterday started off a little rough. Caroline and I decided it was a good morning to skip swim practice and sleep in because man cannot live by butterfly stroke alone. And P even remembered to turn the air conditioning down before he left for work so the house was super cold and utterly delightful.
But then my phone rang and it was the sweet lady who cleans our house once a month. She was at the front wondering if we were home because it was her day to clean the house even though I thought she was supposed to come on Thursday morning. And so I let her in while I was still in my pajamas which felt just as worthless as it sounds.
Then I had to scurry around and pick up and straighten all the things I normally do the night before she comes because everyone knows you can’t let your housekeeper see how messy you are.
So basically I started my day with an inconvenience that’s so absurd it goes beyond first world problem.
Caroline was determined to enjoy our lazy morning so we hid out in my bedroom until she was finally ready to get dressed so we could go run all our fun errands. Like the bank! And to take P a sandwich at his job site!
And to White House Black Market to return a jumpsuit that I thought I’d love but had an unfortunate fit in the front that made me look less chic and more Sally O’Malley.
Then we met my sister and niece for lunch and it was fun to catch up. But poor Sarah really wanted to come back to our house and play and couldn’t understand why our playroom full of toys was all torn up. The answer is “because your Aunt Mel is a little obsessed right now and also forgot that maybe she should have cleared everything out of the room before she started tearing down walls”. I told her she could come play next week when the room was finished and Caroline looked at me out of the corner of her eye and said, “You really think that room is going to be finished in a week?”
Why is everyone a critic?
After lunch Caroline and I ran around to several stores in town because I was shopping for a friend and eventually made our way home where I fell on the couch in a heap because the heat is going to kill me. And then I had to think about cooking dinner which is when I made the executive decision to make chalupas because they’re easy and require little to no effort. At least they require little to no effort when you actually have beans and lettuce.
We loaded back up in the car to run in HEB to buy lettuce and refried beans and some Tic-Tacs that Caroline talked me into because I didn’t have the strength to argue about it.
But by the time we made it home, P had gotten some of his employees to clean up a lot of the sheetrock from the playroom AND told me he’s going to have them come back in the morning to help him finish tearing out the rest of the walls. Then I’ll just have to decide if I want to paint them white or gray or some other color that I haven’t thought about yet.
Thursday? You’re looking pretty good.
Maybe the room actually will be finished in a week and that’ll teach Caroline not to question her mother.
And now I’m going to go watch the new Dallas on T.V. because I need to see Larry Hagman’s eyebrows to believe them.