Well, Piggy-Wiggy is in his swing, with his eyes closed. Hopefully it will last...
My fingers, toes, eyes, arms, legs...everything is crossed.
I had to run to the dry cleaners to drop off Michael's navy suit. The office manager at the practice he works at passed away. I feel so bad, it is very sad. She got sick a couple of months ago very suddenly and then was doing better for awhile. Now she's gone. Most of the time I just can't wrap my head around death. I can't fathom how someone can be here one moment and then be gone. Stolen away from you.
For most of my life that has been a HUGE source of anxiety for me (that and thinking I'm going to die in a fiery plane crash). Worrying about losing someone I love. Like my parents or one of my friends. Now I have Michael and Henry and I have to fight this all-consuming ball of anxiety that just settles in my chest. I worry all the time that something will happen to Michael. I can't live with out him. And lets not even talk about Henry.
I don't know how my parents let me drive, let me go on vacation with my friends, let me move away from home. I don't know how they were able to function without worrying to death about me. I guess that is all part of the dance. Parenthood. I know we will have to let him go and be independent...but I just don't want to. I was a 'good kid' in high school and college and I still made some epically bad decisions. Some real doozies.
Lord, I'm going to have a panic attack just thinking about it.
On a different note...You guys seemed to like my little video. Yay ;) Henry and I will have to work on another one. I promise I'll shower for the next one.
Although, Michael told me I didn't do the voices right, especially Tatiana. His version sounds more like Julia Child. Personally, I like my slinky lounge singer version better (Shhh...I think Henry does too).
I need to clean up my house. I think I could have been a house-cleaner in a different life. I really like cleaning. I appreciate the instant gratification of seeing something that was dirty, be clean after I'm through. It gives me a warm, peaceful feeling (is that weird?). I am very particular about cleaning though. Especially in the kitchen.
I HATE washcloths...icky, cringe-worthy. Call me crazy. I think washcloths in the kitchen sink are the most disgusting, nasty, gross, stinky, germ-laden invention in history. Seeing Michael wipe the countertop with the wash cloth from the sink makes my toes curl, my gag reflex kicks in. I know...it is extremely bizarre. I could not live with out Lysol Wipes. When he leaves the kitchen I go over everything he wiped with the washcloth with a Lysol Wipe.
I know. Its just one of those things.