This weekend has been relatively delicious.
In the background of all of it, I’m missing the girls, I’m stressed about them not being where they belong (here), and I’m so looking forward to them being home. (to prove my stress over the situation, my face lovingly exploded in my worst break out in years.) I don’t think I feel all that evil for saying that part of what I’m looking forward to is a cessation of the every 5 minute phone calls from E. Jesus Louise Christ. The child is obsessed with me. I get text messages, IMs and phone calls non-stop. There were times where I had to say “E, I’m at work, I’ll call you when I leave,” but for the most part, in light of her difficulties earlier in the summer, I indulged her. I didn’t want her to feel blown off and rejected by both of her parents. But her persistency! I had a friend over the other evening, and E called my cell phone. I ignored it. I was mid-sentence, and I knew she was fine (b/c I’d spoken with her 548 times that day). So then the house phone rings. I ignored it. Then Beloved’s phone rings. She just doesn’t take “i’m busy” for an answer. (J talks to me probably once a day, but is obviously more engaged with the people she’s with, and a little less desperate.)
But now they’re on a cruise, and there is no cell phone reception (as far as I know). I can now peacefully count down the days until I can have real communication with the child and greet both of them back to our new home, which they haven’t seen since it was completely empty. (probably an entire separate post about the damned hurricane … I think they missed each other. I think the girls are cruising to where the Fay has already been, and may have to be circling wider, but should be okay. I sure hope they don’t get sea sick…)
They come home next Sunday evening, and I have the following week off as vacation, through Labor Day.
So today, my biggest concerns are:
1) my cell phone contract that is up on the 23rd: I really wanted an iPhone. Really. But our family plan is with T-Mobile, and all my excess income has gone into the house, and our list of things we need (rugs? art? lamps?) is so long! So long!! The timing for the iPhone just isn’t right, but that means I have to sign another 2 year contract with T-Mobile. Which, I guess, is fine. If I have to cancel it and pay the fee later on, I will just do that.
2) my hair! I had it short starting November, I think, and liked it. But the last time I went, my hair-cutter man pissed me off with sexist, homophobic and quasi-racist comments, and I knew I’d never go back. I picked where I’d be going from now on, a local place, but since it’s so damned daunting to go somewhere new, I haven’t had a cut since January. Which means I’m basically growing out my hair. Which is fine, if that’s what I’m going to do, but the short-hair layers aren’t working so well on longer hair, and decisions need to be made. I’ve been working on collecting opinions (b/c my pros and cons are equal in number for both short and long hair), and I finally twisted my husband’s arm until he gave me an opinion yesterday.
The verdict: It’s getting cut short. Now that the decision is made, I’m excited and anxious and want to go NOW. Of course, the place isn’t open NOW (I went for a walk this morning, I know this.) I’ll probably have to do an after-work appointment one evening this week.
OKay – off to do laundry and shower before we finally go see The Dark Knight. Finally.