Thursday, May 27, 2010

Day 40 From Burbank: The T-Shirt.

Karen sends her posts from Burbank, CA, USA

Slept in Hubby's T-Shirt again.

Woke up at 3am.
Never went back to sleep.
Who do I think I am, Shaboomy?

Breakfast was 2 eggs with dijoinaise.

Took 3 with me to the hair salon. Watching him do laps while my hair is double processing was so not relaxing. I bought a new purse and some jewelry at the salon. Which always makes me feel better. I was looking for some hair things to replace my scrunchies. (For when I decide to give up the scrunchies.) They don't have ANYTHING for the hair.
I drop this suggestion into the suggestion box.

"You are a hair salon.
Maybe it would be good to have some HAIR ACCESSORIES, People!"

I swear I'm not trying to be sarcastic. I'm just tired.

Got home and changed into Hubby's T-Shirt again. I can't even take a picture of this T-Shirt. It's from the days when Hubby was a punk rocker. Totally offensive. I once hid it and some other offensive T-shirts for a whole year. Hubby never said anything. Just waited. Then he decided to make me a shoe rack (as a surprise) and found all of his offensive T-Shirt contraband I had hidden in my Ikea cloth shoe bag. He still never said anything. One day they were just hanging up in the closet again. Which totally freaked me out. Like that scene in Poltergeist, when the mom turns her head and in a split second all the chairs are on the table.
Yeah, it was like that.

Lunch was an apple, ham and gruyere cheese.
The phone rings. I have to be at an appointment in an hour and a half.

All this in and out of the offensive T-Shirt must be burning some calories.

Appointment, errands, pick up papers for Hubby, get gas, grocery shop. 3 is OVER it!

We are on emergency reserve regarding entertainment in the car.
3 asks for the "Little Bunny Foo Foo" song. Which I had previously eliminated from my repertoire because of the bopping thing. I don't care anymore. Whatever it takes to make it through the day.

After some Trader Joe's trail mix and 7 renditions of the mind numbing song I hear this:

3: "Mommy, this time, on the last day, can Little Bunny Foo Foo bop the Good Fairy on the head as she runs away and she doesn't turn anyone into a Goon?"

Me: " .........Excellent idea. Are you sleepy yet?"

3 has cereal and milk for dinner. He's very upset about Daddy being gone.

I put him to bed at 8:00pm.

I have half an artichoke for dinner.

Back into Hubby's T Shirt.

2am: I wake up startled as 3 stands at the foot of the bed.

3: "I need to snuggle."
Me: "Me too."

And we sleep.


  1. And somewhere in the forest, Bunny Foo Foo snuggles with the field mice.


  2. Are the scrunchies out of the house yet?

  3. dude, you are still wearing scrunchies?Really? Yeah? me too.

  4. hilarious!

    i totally get the t-shirt thing.. i love the way the pillow smells like Michael after he's left in the morning...

    with nicole, i listened to winnie the pooh for two years.. "deep in the hundred acre woods.." and it still can put her to sleep at age 12 :)

  5. Ah snuggling. Universally lovely. Even my dogs need to snuggle once in a while.

  6. I am still laughing over the "contraband t-shirt story"...and this picture of your son missing his daddy is just adorable...enjoy, they grow SO fast...I would kill to have my kids at that age again just for a day or two. Nothin' like a good cuddle from a 3 year old. And Bunny Foo Foo was a must with my kids as well...that and "I'm bringing home a baby bumble bee..."

  7. Love the t-shirt from your hubby, mine hugs my oldest before he heads out and then my son smells like him. It's amazing, all the men in the house smell the same.

    Snuggling is the best- enjoy it while it lasts, they grow up soo fast-

  8. I am loving these delicious slices of your life.