Ten-year Thursday
/Today has been a.day. Hubs let me sleep in the basement last night which was restorative until an early-6s argument between the boys over who got to feed Nutmeg commenced immediately outside of the door of the room in which I was slumbering. I pretended I didn't wake, but I did. Not longer afterwards, while T was in the bath and I was running the recycling out, I heard Ol say nonchalantly, "there is a strange man at the door." In Ol-speak, that's "veh-uh is a stwange man at veh dorh-uh."
Bless his bizarre and utterly appealing accent.
The cat had tried to escape from one door, so he was in my arms as I flung the front door open to identify the strange man. However, the top bolt was still fastened, and so, basically, cat and I flung ourselves into the very locked door. Flustered, I finally got the damn door open and found that the roofers were here. We signed a contract a month ago and have never seen them since. The latest info I had suggested they were to come tomorrow. But you take it when it comes, so I apologized for my insane gruffness, said something about my husband and shut the door.
Tom took over even though that's not always his forte.
I got the boys to camp and had to come home and take a brief nap with the cat. That cat is kinda the love of my life. He was extremely vexed about the noise from above but his curiosity made for good pics. I had an appointment so shaved my legs. You know, it's the little things. Best foot forward really. I swear this small act made a difference. Afterwards, god-awful starving and cognizant of the fact that I was not a quarter-mile from the best bakery in DC -Baked & Wired. As mentioned earlier today, lunch =d cupcakes.
Then to the market before picking the boys up at camp before dropping Ol with the babysitter so I could take Jack to his 8 year old well-child exam and then, mercifully, to the long-lost grail of my life that is: a pedicure.
On the way home after yet another trip to the damn market, the skies opened. I began to feel extremely grateful for the surprise visit from the roofers because leaking after heavy snows and rains was why we enlisted their help in the first place. So thank you, lack-of-communication roofing team.
For dinner, fried bread with tomatoes and homemade ricotta. Was it awesome? No. Was it good enough? Yes. And isn't that good enough sometimes. Should be. Yes.