Ms. I-never-watch-tv-because-I- don't-want-to-be-tied-to-it-and-nothing-interests-me has fallen off the wagon. Off a cliff. I've seen every episode of American Idol, Season 8. And I sit with my son and rate the contestants during the show. I guess if I'm going to go down, I might as well make it big.
A has become quite the house-husband. He does all the housecleaning and laundry. And makes Kidzilla lunch and me tea in the morning. And drove me to work yesterday b/c I didn't want to drive in the rain (lingering issues from a near fatal crash in 2001). Don't be jealous b/c he also spends most of the day doing god knows what with little to show for it.
I was always scared to apply to a grad program because I thought I wasn't smart enough. Then I met some people with advanced degrees and realized that it probably wasn't going to be a problem.
Every time I look at my legs I wonder- good lord, when was the last time I shaved these babies? And I can never remember. I think it's because I never have that "he's coming home tomorrow, I'd better get all prettied up" feeling anymore. You know, when it's the last day of the trip and you look around in a panic and think "crap, I've got to get me and this place cleaned up before he gets home". Now it's more like- if it doesn't bother him, it doesn't bother me.