Right now,
Jack is sleeping soundly in his room. Liam is hiccuping and flailing in my mother’s arms, as she rocks him in the glider in the corner. The cat is hovering over my keyboard, desperate to sit on my hands and obstruct my half hour of internet productivity. The dog is in his spot on the back of the couch, which now has an enormous corgi-shaped depression in it. The Professor is loading all of his Bob Dylan albums onto our iTunes, because we are in our thirties and it is 2010 and we have just entered the iTunes iPod iPhone scene. Just in time to be left behind by some newer technology, no doubt. My 1 month old cell phone is sitting in a bag of rice, in a futile attempt to resuscitate it after I thoroughly cleaned it, along with a load of darks, in a cold water wash. After 24 hours it now turns on, which is an improvement, but the screen is blank. I am not hopeful.
There is little else in this house worth inventorying for you. When typing the word “inventorying” into Word to make sure it was an actual word, I stumbled across a document with all the girl names we came up with before we found out Liam was a boy. Olivia. Therese. Mae. Keira. Cora. Maya.
The cat now has her chin resting on the laptop. The dog stands at attention beneath her, waiting for my command to roust her outta there.
Our plans for the day include much of the same stuff we’ve done for the past three weeks. But we are having steaks for dinner, so that’s a little fancy pants. Yesterday, to rescue me from the boring house of boring boringness, The Professor dragged me out to a local grocery to buy Ben & Jerry’s Limited Edition Key Lime Pie ice cream, which we ate in the sunshine outside before returning home to the boring house of supreme OMG kill me now boredom. Incidentally, due to my baby blues, I’ve given up the diet for now. There’s only so much self denial I can handle, and if I’m to be denied my freedom and my normally cheerful disposition, I will compensate with chocolate and ice cream. There’s lots of time to exercise (hello, October half marathon!) and cut out fabulous desserts so I can re-gain my delightful girlish figure. In the meantime, I need ice cream to sustain me through this first month, flobby belly or no.
We may drive down toward the river to try to spy on the downtown fireworks show. Liam’s a bit too new for us to attempt downtown, but we may be able to see it from this side of the Great Muddy.
Happy Fourth of July.