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My Life Thus Far
2009-04-08 07:52:28 (UTC)

A New Inner Hole

I have mixed feelings about how busy I am these days. Part
of me really likes being occupied. It makes the days,
weeks, months go by faster. I'm far less focused on the
fact that Snookums is gone and I miss him. Then the other
side of me wishes I could just have a day at home. One day
I don't have to clean, do laundry, work. I don't mind
going to the gym - in fact, I love it. But, I'm a home-
body by nature and I like being at home, too. This
morning, as I was loading Kiki and Keenan into the car to
leave for the gym I saw one of my neighbors sitting on her
back porch (in the lovely sunshine) reading a magazine and
I kind of envied her. She's the mother of one of Annie's
friends and both of her kids are in school all day and she
doesn't work. I wonder if she enjoys all her free time or
if she wishes she had more to do? Sometimes the grass just
looks greener on the other side. I know I don't want her
life or envy all aspects of it, but I think I'll be glad
when all three of my children are in school and I can have
some time alone. I rarely get time alone. I think it's
part of the reason why I stay up so late. But then I'm
usually doing things I don't get to do when the kids are
away (laundry, miscellaneous cleaning, what-have-you).

Work was odd. Rebecca (the district manager) was there
when I came in. She spent most of her time in the office,
so it wasn't that big a deal. I'm not scared of her. I
still haven't figured out why everyone else is, but that's
on them. She's nice enough.

I took my nose ring out like Tamara told me to (like I
have a hundred times in the past when Rebecca comes), but
for some reason tonight I had a hard time getting it back
in. I used my entire lunch break trying to get the damn
thing back in, to no avail. When I got home I ended up
making a new inner hole with a sterilized earring and A&D
ointment. Now it's not exactly in the same spot and I can
feel it inside my nose. I'm not happy. If it doesn't feel
right by tomorrow I think I'll go in and have my piercer
fix it for me. I wanted to do that tonight, but the shop
was closed when I got off work. I can't bring myself
to "pierce" it myself again. I can have kids without
anesthesia, but I can't handle a little pin-prick. Go
figure.

I feel old. I got hit on by a 19 year old tonight. Since
Tamara and Rebecca were talking in the office, there
wasn't anywhere for me to sit during my lunch. So, I sat
in the couches (courtesy of Macy's) outside of Hollister.
Just as I was getting up to come back to work, he came
over to me and asked "Do I know you from somewhere?" I get
that a lot, but I didn't recognize him, so I said "no".
Then he asked "Did I ask you to my Senior prom?" No! I
told him I was a lot older than he thought, 26 years old,
and I'm sure I didn't know him from anywhere. His response
was "age ain't nothing but a number, baby". Mine was "I'm
married". Then I walked away. The whole encounter was down-
right comical! He was a font of played-out, cliched come-
ons and seemed not a day over his 19 years. I was 19 and
Snookums was 26 when we first met. Obviously I didn't seem
as immature as this boy, because Snookums stuck with me.
It must be true. Girls really do mature faster than boys.

I'm so tired. I'm there's no laundry to fold, no dishes to
do. I'm going to bed. Ciao.




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