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My Life Thus Far
2007-04-01 04:07:23 (UTC)

The Nocturnal Creature That I Am

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I widdled the day away in bed. Not surprising for me,
considering that's what I normally do on the weekend, but
this time, I don't feel particularly guilty about it. I've
been working a lot lately. Having a lot of extra
responsibilities (involving the girls) and not really
having much of the weekend to myself (Ron is usually
hanging out here and I can't exactly just ignore him). So,
today I rested. Kiki laid in bed with me, drinking milk
and watching Disney Channel. Annie played on the computer
most of the day, but I can see the screen from where I lay
in my bed (oh, the joys of a small place), so I know she
didn't get into any trouble. But, if I have to hear the
Hannah Montana theme song one more time I'm going to
scream.

Being the nocturnal creature that I am, I'm now doing
housework. The girls are asleep, I'm alone. This is my
favorite time to get my chores done. It really is just
easier to get it done without them under foot. Today I was
trying to sweep up the bath beads Kiki sprinkled all over
the floor, but she kept jumping into the snowy white piles
of soap and sending the stuff floating off into different
directions. A five minute job turned into thirty minutes
because I had the audacity to go to the bathroom, left the
door open and she got ahold of them under the bathroom
counter. It's a good think there's nothing toxic under
there. She would have killed herself a long time ago.

I'm trying to take into consideration some of the
suggestions Annie's school therapist...suggested (for lack
of a better word). Counting, you know 1-2-don't let me get
to 3! 3. I feel silly doing it, Annie looks at me like I'm
a moron and reminds me that she's not a little kid, but
she's not smart enough to notice that IT DOES work! Today
for instance, I asked her to pick up her plate and take it
to the kitchen. She said "I will, just give me a second",
which in Annie-speak means "Just give me a second, I'll
forget, go to bed and then you'll end up doing it like you
always do". So, I said "I'm going to count to 3 and if you
aren't up and putting that plate in the sink by 3, you're
going to bed right now (6:30pm, even a touch early for
her)". "1-2.." She was up and in the kitchen without even
realizing that the childish counting worked on her. Who's
the smart one now. How long will it work, though? That's
the big question.

Snookums called this morning at an actual DECENT time.
8:15am, instead of 1:30am on a Wednesday morning or
something. It was almost 9pm his time (he's in Dubai) and
he wanted to tell me about his wonderful day at the mall
and how great it was to see American stores. They even
have a Victoria's Secret he said. I was surprised to hear
that. I hadn't realized there were any overseas stores,
considering there isn't one in Alaska or Hawaii. You'd
think they'd tackle all 50 states before setting up an
outpost in the United Arab Emirates. I asked him if it was
really a Victoria's Secret or just a knock off and he said
they had the IPEX and it was called Victoria's Secret.
I'll have to ask Tamara about that one on Monday. He said
there was a Forever 21 and lots of other stores we have
here. That's cool. For them. He said they're also REALLY
expensive. He saw a dress he liked for me in Forever 21
and it cost $100 American dollars. Nothing in Forever 21
costs $100. It must be real. Those high prices can only
mean they're having the stuff imported. On the pier where
Snookums' ship is docked, the Arab tradesmen are hawking
their knock-off wares. Prada, Gucci, Coach, you name it.
So, when the ship pulls in all the wives will be sporting
their knock-offs and I'll just walk past them laughing
with my authentic Coach bag, Dolce and Gabbana swimsuit
and Armani sunglasses. What's the point of rocking it if
it's fake?

Okay, time to get back to my cleaning. I don't want to
lose the motivation. Ciao until tomorrow.




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