come early march and it requires direct force to pry me from the General Indoor Area, where things have the good sense to stay dry and warm. but the weather 'round these parts has been downright bizarre (and i mean that as a compliment), so yesterday elle and i slipped outside of our own accord for a bit of quiet play under all that high sun.
so the mister's been gone, which is Never Much Fun because invariably it means:
a. lying awake for at least 90 minutes at the start of each sleep b. waking 87 times per night just to check that, you know, the house is still standing ergo, c. the days take on this headachey, hazy sheen
add to this d. the natives are restless and you end up with an alphabetic recipe for the longest three days of my recent life.
when he steps back in tonight, the odds are fantastic that at least a few tears shall be shed in the blessed name of Relief.
in other news, this is the face of a girl who is telling her mother about the wily child who's taken to smooching her on the school bus each day. oh, my aching head. i've a notion to move to a new neighborhood with a different bus route, or less dramatically, drive her to school, but in the end i armed her with The Rule: kissing is for family only, you sneaky little mister. (okay, the sneaky little mister part was optional.)
first grade romance wears me out. whatever shall i do when she's seventeen?