As I sit here at 7 am Sunday morning in my pink fluffy robe, wild bedhead hair, chewed up dental trays, I ponder upon the smell coming from overhead. I have absolutely no sense of direction or spatial perception. I wonder if the office/
sunroom is directly under the laundry room. I tried to map it in my head to no success. Either way, kitty cat Harley seems to have left us some presents in the laundry room. He leaves poop piles right in the entryway as you open the door. Many times the door skims over the pile. I always look first, my husband does not. I still have him (Harley not Sean) on the special high protein diet of expensive order-online only cat food. He does not seem to be in pain anymore but he poops wherever he feels like it. I have bought new
litterboxes, cleaned them, tried keeping them far away from where he eats. I read the websites about feline behavior, put alum foil in the living room and many citrus smelling cotton balls. He just covered his poop with the alum foil or cotton balls.
Yesterday.... thought I would use my last tanning
appt to get it over with. I had the great idea to hit Beauty Brands first to pick up some
Brocato volumizing creme and maybe a lotion for the tanning bed. I was in a hurry to get there and to the tanning place and to Target all within a certain time frame. Point: I did not put on any makeup. I took one look in the mirror at Beauty Brands and started hitting the tester makeup. So that blew some time. I could not find a shampoo I wanted to try. The only indoor tanning lotion was on clearance. I was hesitant to make the purchase since it contained a "
tingler" or
bronzer.
Tingler hence your skin tingles (burns like hell). The magic word that made me buy it was Clearance 65% off. Went tanning right after with my new bottle of lotion. Thought I was going to burst into flames in the tanning bed. Came out and looked like a fire victim. I was desperately grasping for ideas to calm down my skin so I could get to Target without looking like a total freak. I tried soap, baby wipes, lotion, then calming lotion and took an
antihistamine for good measure. Took about an hour for my skin to return to normal.
I spent hours at Target and I cannot remember why. Oh yeah.... looked at clothes, shoes, belts, jewelry, color ink cartridges, movies, art supplies, towels, pool floatation devices, sunscreens, hats, makeup, cleaning supplies, then finally
childrens clothes.
I came home and took Reagan to the pool. She listened the first 30 minutes or so. She stayed in the play area for children. Then she put on her vest and promised me should would not go past a certain point that started the deep end. I told her not to go into the big pool. I was sitting over closer to the
childrens area with the slide and Reagan decided to rebel and venture out into the big pool. I gestured for her to return to the small pool. She ignored me and headed to the very deep end. I got up, marched over to the deep end and told Miss
Priss to get out the pool, we were going home. She said no she was not getting out. Well, I
wasnt getting in. I threatened and she cried and promised she would listen. I said no, you
dont get a second chance on this one. She threw a full on tantrum and would not climb up the ladder to get out. A mother in the deep end offered to send her up to me. So I pulled her out of the pool kicking and screaming. I gathered up all our stuff and picked her up as she hit me. She weighs about 57 lbs now so none of this was easy. She fought me the entire walk home. Even the word walk is an exaggeration. I had to drag her home. As I recanted the story to Sean, Reagan decided to hit me. Sean sent her to her room where she cried and begged to come out. I think I am pretty mean and scary. Why is she testing me? Sean yells and most of the time she listens. I yell and she either just cries or talks back.
Ughhh. SO HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ME.
Well, better go get ready so I can get out early and return the
Speedo floatation thing Reagan wont wear and then the "
tingler" (fire) lotion for refunds. All in a day's work. But first, I think I will sit down to a game or two (hundred) of Solitaire on the
iPod. Happy Mothers Day to all.
