That’s not what I said, but that’s what I thought when my loud neighbor’s sex-tivities woke up my sleeping baby. It wasn’t just the sound effects, the loud, awkward, and weird noises, nor the shaking of the house, however random and lacking in rhythm, or the loud “Score!” that followed the predictable finish. No, it was the perfect trifecta combination of the three that woke up my baby girl and made her cry. The crux of it though? I wanted to cry too. No one needs to ever hear that!
Okay last summer I did a rant about unsightly pantie lies, and this year it seems the rants are starting early because I have a grievance to air with you ladies. Don’t leave the house in a sheer dress without a slip. I have no need, or any desire, to see the exact pattern on the g-string you decided to wear with you chiffon white summer dress. Check yourself in a mirror under proper light, please! Don’t assume that two layers of sheer chiffon equal one non-see through layer of another material because they don’t!
I don’t care what lovely shape you may be in, Mama’s gonna go loose her breakfast over that!
Thank you, rant done. We now return to our regularly scheduled program…how’s your week?
Jeans – Gap
Sitting here awake at 5am, my mistakes come to haunt me. The whole house is still, except for a dog that moves it’s ear and opens one eye to watch me tip toe out of the bedroom and down the hall. I can’t sleep. My mind is racing with opportunities unfulfilled, roads taken in error, and tasks yet to be done. I tread my way down to the kitchen where the kettle sits idly waiting for my appearance, and meet an old friend, Mr. Earl Grey. We sit together a while, but even he can’t shake the shadows in my mind.
That’s why as a rule, I don’t like to be awake at 5am.