It was Friday and I spent four hours with 48 third graders at the maritime museum in our town. We built fans. We looked at phytoplankton and “shrimps” under the microscope.
We dissected squid.
Yes. We did.
Do you have any idea what that smells like?
I arrived home and drove immediately to the bank to sign on our financing and then ran up the road to pick the girls up from school.
My head pounded all day. Advil didn’t help. Soup didn’t help. Not even chocolate.
I was excited to curl up with the kids on the couch and watch the original Black Stallion. I lived for those movies when I was a kid and secretly loved the boy. Most girls I knew loved the horse, but I hated horses, have always been scared of them…but I loved the boy.
The guy I love now, I am so blessed.
Tonight, I told him two of my pet peeves. One being that when he cracks eggs, he puts the used shells back in the carton and then BACK in the fridge with the unused eggs still in the carton.
And then when I sliced my finger and he said, “Nice Going Wendy.”
He picked that up from my mom who told him I was clumsy like my Aunt Wendy. So he teases me.
Unfortunately, when hormones strike at this time of the month, being associated that way with Aunt Wendy is worse than usual.
And I might add that Aunt Wendy is as sweet as all get out but not the brightest pin in the cushion.
In fact, she is not bright….AT ALL.
She thinks that bottled water is legitimate bottled water if she refills it from the tap.
So I let him know, “stop calling me Wendy” and I cried.
GAWD that sucks.
At any rate, he still fell asleep with me, letting me get all up against him even though the heat was on and it was sweaty and I was all emotional-girly-like. He managed to sleep through it, so I thought….in the morning I said, “you slept really well last night, didn’t you?”
And he goes, “Like hell I did!”
Apparently, my tossing and turning and clutching to him kept him up a bit.
They totally suck.
On a funny note, when I boldly asked him to “spoon me” that night in bed (yes, people, I did….I know, weak of me…) he goes, “What’s in it for me?”
And I answered, “You get a happy girlfriend.”
It was enough for him at that point.