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.