December 14, 2006
Boy, this daily updates thing isn't going so great, is it? At least I'm updating more than usual, which is to say, I'm updating.
In my defense, I was planning on doing an entry from the library yesterday while the kids were at preschool, but while I was getting my latte at Starbucks, I ran into a couple of the other preschool moms (one of whom is also on an insulin pump, so we have something in common, which is actually kind of how we know each other) and wound up sitting and having my latte and talking about kids and husbands and craft projects and jobs for the next hour and a half.
Re-reading that last paragraph, I feel so totally, irrevocably yuppie and suburban. Good lord. But it was a pretty good morning. I'm usually too antisocial to want to spend an hour and a half talking to people, so this was a good thing.
This morning, not having run into anybody at Starbucks -- I don't go to Starbucks every day(*) -- I got the holiday cards in the mail and made it to the library in order to do this entry. Aren't you proud? Keith was supposed to take the cards to the post office this morning and work some kind of post office magic on them to get them shipped out more quickly, but when I came downstairs this morning, I found them carefully bagged and rubber banded and sitting in front of the microwave where he'd left them. So I took matters (and letters) into my own hands and shipped them off myself.
Speaking of mail, the popularity of shipping gifts directly from the Internet combined with the fact that many of our friends and relatives live several states and/or continents away from us means that we are now under strict orders NOT NOT NOT to open anything that is not specifically addressed to us. So that attractive-looking Amazon box that probably rattles in an interesting way if I were only brave enough to shake it but is addressed to Keith, just has to sit there mockingly in my front hallway until he gets home. Then it gets spirited away into wherever the gifts Not For My Eyes get spirited. Sometimes I think that waiting for Christmas is harder on me than it is the kids. Hmph.
* Sometimes I go to Cup O' Joe.
Posted at December 14, 2006 10:24 AM