You know, most of my day was kinda shit. I even cried. Oh poor me, I know. The parts that didn’t make me cry were pretty good, though. I bought the kids’ ornaments (at the hell pit called Kohl’s — now I know that my mom isn’t giving me those $10 off things to be nice. That place bites.) Every year I get them a Christmas ornament (or a few) so that when they grow up and move away, they’ll have enough for a tree of their own. (Note to self; Blogging Baby post material!)
I got to sew tonight. Sophie and I made a tooth fairy pillow for her friend’s birthday gift. He’s pretty cute — I’ll get some pictures before we wrap him up.
The bonus about being all droll and morose is that it’s a good time for thinking. (Also, listening to sad music.) Maybe the thoughts aren’t chipper, but they can be deeper than when you’re feeling all fine and good.
My thoughts today when I was sobbing behind the wheel of my minivan weren’t especially deep, and I may have been channeling Mitzi from Six Feet Under. My main thought (in her accent) was, “These kids need to help me more and do some goddamned chores! Little shits!”
I didn’t say the morose thoughts were always deep.
Also, just to be clear, I was not crying about the chores. It was just a thought.