Or as Owen would say. "Dieureeue. It was not fun."
But I'm not going to talk about that anymore, because Margaret is 20% of my audience, and you gotta respect your audience, man.
Instead, let's talk about all the things I cannot afford to buy right now.
- House Painting.
- Chimney Mortaring.
- House Cleaning.
- Convenience Food.
- New furniture (specifically, buffet, mattress, and dressers).
- New clothes.
Okay. Well. That didn't feel like a lot of fun either.
Anyway, here's a conversation I just had with Lilly:
"Mom? Can I do your hair? You have side bangs. I will get them out of the way so that you can see. It is so nice to see your face. Izzy does not have bangs. Izzy has hair that is short in the front. I like to do your hair. Can I watch The Croods?"
And another recent one:
"Lilly, did you pick up your toys?"
"Yes. I did."
"Really?" (side eye)
"Mom." She comes closer, gently grasping my face in her hands, tenderly brushing my hair back. She brings her nose to my nose and stares into my eyes. "I trust you,." she whispers. Long stare. Then, again, "I trust you."