Wolverine. The kid has ransacked my comic book collection. I made her was her hands first. It might have made it less like ransacking.
2- Favorite kind of candy?
Reese’s miniature cups. Also, caramels.
3- What are you going to be this year?
I’m hoping that I can get this Mad Hatter costume ready before next week.
4 – Favorite costume you’ve had?
6 – How hyped do you get for Halloween?
Super hyped! I freaking love Halloween!!!!
7 – Halloween Pinteresty thing that you’ve always wanted to try?
8-Favorite part of Halloween?
Dressing up. Candy is a bonus.
9 – Orange or black?
After the rush to find matching clothes and shoes, the morning conversation with the kid usually goes like this:
The kid: Do you think love is stronger than gravity?
Me: I don’t know exactly.
The kid: I wonder . . .
Me: (trying to crash into anyone from staring at the kid in amazement. Yes, I should turn around now.) Yeah, I wonder . . .
For the rest of the day, I really contemplated whether love is stronger than gravity. I suppose love and gravity have a few things in common. Can they really be compared?
You can’t see love or gravity. You can probably see examples of love but you can’t really see any rays of love shooting out of your significant others eyes. The love rays could be problematic if the ex that you still sort of pine for walks into the room. Then everyone knows that you still love them.
Some would say that love and gravity can keep you grounded.However, being grounded by love doesn’t happen for everyone. We all know people that cannot commit to anyone, not even their own children. Love for other people is not inherent in all people.
Gravity on the other hand is with us all of the time,
We can try to block out love but it’s a bit impossible to defy gravity, unless you are in fact Idina Menzel or an astronaut.
I was anxious yesterday. Honestly, I may be anxious every day but I was especially anxious yesterday. It was a stressful work day. I was waiting anxiously for everyone to yell at me for anything and everything. Someone noticed the anxiousness oozing out of my body. It was probably sweat but it looked like anxiety.
This person said, “You look more nervous than a pregnant nun.”
I stopped. Well, my body kept moving but my brain stopped for a minute – if only to think about how nervous a pregnant nun would be.
Holy crap! I felt that nervous. Now someone has noticed. Does that mean the anxiety is out of control? Do I need to do something about it?
No, it will be fine. Sometimes breathing helps. Not worrying about every little thing helps. And then more breathing. If there is any humor in the situation, I hope to find it and laugh hysterically later in the bathroom. Or maybe I should wait until I get home so people at work don’t hear me laughing hysterically in the bathroom. I would rather not get called to the office for being a distraction.
Then I realized that it could be worse. I could be the pregnant nun. Thank goodness I didn’t take my uncles advice and become a nun. He said it was a good job with three square meals a day and a shot of whiskey at night. Can anyone confirm that nuns drink whiskey every night or is it only in the winter?
There has been no WiFi at my house for several weeks. It has been a blessing and a curse.
I’ve spent the last few weeks looking at my kids. Really looking at them without stalking them exactly. My teenager is overjoyed when I’m not stalking her. I can hear her rolling her eyes right now.
Up until I knew what the mammogram results said, it didn’t really matter if I had WiFi. My kids are about to picket outside the house though. I didn’t tell them about getting tests done. I was waiting until I knew more.
Now I know. I DO NOT have breast cancer for which I am thankful. Although, I did have that feeling when you take your car to get fixed for making noises and then it doesn’t make a peep for anyone else. Plus, I felt a bit guilty. Is that normal? Do other people feel guilty for not getting bad news?
So my body is a bit of a liar and my heart is always guilty. I’ll live with it. I’m really glad that I have time to stick around and stalk my kids for awhile longer.
It’s been so nice to actually see everyone’s face for a few extra moments. My kid has been reading to me before she goes to bed. We’ve been practicing spelling words – like we should be doing anyway if we don’t want to repeat a grade.
I can breathe again. I still have time to finish whatever it is that I should be doing.