It is 6:58 a.m. and I am dropping Lovegirl off at the sitter’s for the day.
We exit the car, I am carrying her shades, she is carrying her lunchbag and sippy cup.
We walk to the steps (these are long, not at all pitched steps that lead from the curb to the front door).
Lovegirl stops walking and says “Mama, pick me up.” “Lovegirl, you’ve been walking these steps for most of your life, you can do it.”
She hikes her left foot up on to the first step, mumbles “I’ve got the victory” and tackles the first step.
She repeats for the remaining four steps.
Today, I truly almost died laughing.
*Edited this entry to include a picture of my previously anonymous familia! L-R, Dad, Mom, Youngest Brother w/Lovegirl on his lap, Sister-in-Law (Youngest Bro’s wife), Oldest Baby Brother, Recently Graduated Brother Laying across everyone’s lap and yours truly . . . Nerd Girl on the far right. Smoochy didn’t make the trip, and hence, remains anonymous.
Wow! This past weekend was a full one. A recap you say? Certainly . . . .
- Brother #2 graduated from UAPB on Saturday. Yay brother! He’s the third nerd sibling in birth order, and the last to graduate from our loverly alma mater. Congratulations to him and to our parents for getting not 1, but 4 children through college. And with the exception of a few small scholarships for each of us — they paid for it all! Thank you parents for allowing us to be some of the few people on this planet without student loans🙂
- Needless to say, we were all there and a great time was had by all. Lovegirl and I drove the 4 hours from Jackson, brother #1 drove the 8 hours from Houston, brother #3 and his wife drove the 4 hours from NW Arkansas, my dad drove in from our house – where he’ll be camping out until June, and my Mom flew in from CA. Confused? Believe me, so are we.
- I finally understand why parents buy portable DVD players for their cars. Smoochy opted to skip the ceremony and work instead, and let me tell you – keeping that little Lovegirl occcupied and relatively happy for even that short a drive worked my last nerve. I’m going to stay strong, and resist buying a DVD player, but Lord knows the thought crossed my mind. Well, okay, the thought stayed on my mind. All the way there, for most of our time in Pine Bluff, and all the way home.
- The parents (in Dad’s car), Lovegirl and I (in mine) all came back to Jackson last night. My Mom will be in town until tomorrow afternoon, so I’m taking 1/2 the day off today to hang out with her a little. Sad that I don’t get to spend enough time with her this trip, but that makes me look forward to our little cruise next month all the more.
- My Dad is officially nuts. Yesterday we were sitting around and somehow the conversation rolled around to how my parents want to keep all 3 of their grandchildren in a summer or two and take them to Disneyland. My Dad was like “yeah, we’re probably going to save $1000 or so a year so we can afford to take them and not be pressed for money.” Nerd Girl thinks: WTH – what kind of trip are y’all planning – you live in S. California! Nerd Girl says “umm, why so much?” My Dad: Well, it’s about $300 dollars a person to get in. “Umm, no Dad, it’s about $70.” “No, it’s 300.” “No, it’s $70.” “No, it’s 300.” Well hell, this isn’t going to get us anywhere. “Yeah Dad, you’re right – better start saving now.” Meanwhile my brothers and Mom are ROTFL.
- Did I mention that my Dad is nuts? We were discussing our next family trip, and I suggested the Texas State Fair – relatively easy for everyone to get to, lots of fun, not to expensive, etc., etc. My Dad pipes up “or we could cruise to the Greek Isles. Not too expensive, about $2500 per person.” Umm yeah, I was fired and have taken a substantially lower paying job, one brother is separated from his wife and paying rent on an apartment AND his mortage, one brother has just graduated and hasn’t started working yet, and the other brother and his new wife are hoping to close on their first home by month’s end. Yeah, I’m sure we can afford a $2500 p/p trip. Did I mention that I’m married? With a child? That’s basically a $10,000 vacation. So, how ’bout that Texas State Fair?
Oops! Just noticed the time. It’s 11:30, I’m outta here. I’ll finish this up later – like when my Mom’s gone.
One of my pet peeves – and a huge factor in my decision to dread my hair – is going to the salon. I know that for a lot of women a day at the shop chatting, reading magazines and napping is close to heaven. Not so much for yours truly. I don’t mind having my hair done, it’s the waiting that drives me crazy. I’ve never left a hairdresser because of a bad perm, a messed up hair cut, or anything related to my hair. I’ve ALWAYS left because of time – they forgot to write my appointment down and went home, they’re eating lunch and will be with me in just a minute, they scheduled 47 appointments in a 15 minute time frame, etc. etc.
Contrary to popular belief, dreads require maintenance and upkeep just like any other ‘do. And I am a complete failure at doing my own hair – relaxed or natural. So, yesterday at 4:30 I show up for my appointment – wash, deep conditioning under the dryer, twist, set under the dryer. I was anticipating (first mistake) being on my way home by 6:30. At the latest.
Nerd Girl: Hey y’all. How’s everybody?
Stylist : Hey girl. “Q” isn’t here – she had to run and pick up her daughter, she’ll be back in about 15 minutes
Nerd Girl (out loud): Oh, okay
Nerd Girl (inside her head): Aaaaaaaaaaargh! But 15 minutes isn’t too bad a delay. I’ll just get some stuff done while I wait . . .
So I get my bag out and set about doing a little busy work. I stuff 40 neighborhood get-together flyers into envelopes and seal them. I read a bridal magazine (??), two fashion magazines that I am completely unable to relate to, and pick up where I left off in “100 Years of Solitude.” Gee, I think – this is a long 15 minutes (sometimes, I do regret not wearing a watch). Anyhoo, I finally slip my cell phone out of my bag. It is 5:30. 15 minutes have somehow miraculously turned to 60. I call Smoochy. “Umm, I think I’m going to leave. She’s not here yet, and I don’t want to be here all night.” Smoochy tells me to reschedule and come on home – my time shouldn’t be disrespected like that. I’m feeling empowered. I’m generally so non-confrontational that actually walking up to the other stylist, telling her that I’m not going to wait any longer and leaving is a big deal for me. But I’m ready. I pack up my stuff, rehearse my speech, and prepare to leave.
“Q” bounces in the door. “Girl, I am so sorry! I had to pick my daughter up. Come on back.”
Nerd Girl: “Oh, that’s okay.”
And I put my bag down, went to the shampoo bowl and proceeded to get my hair done. I left the shop at 8:15. Angry, but cute.
And the bad part about it? I’ll go back. Because I don’t want to do my own hair. Because it’s not that easy to find someone who styles natural hair. Because my hair really does look good when she’s finished. Because I’m a push-over.