December 6, 2007
Thanks a million for all of the birthday wishes yesterday--I had a really awesome day!
In other news, now that the birthday high has worn off, I'm a total nervous wreck. Somehow I thought it was an okay idea to run a marathon the week before my husband graduates, and two weeks before we move across the country. I'm so relieved that I didn't also commit to star in that feature film with Matthew McConaughey, because wow, that would have totally pushed me over the edge.
I'm not sure about you, but three things happen when I experience anxiety:
1. I become very jittery.
2. I get really goofy.
3. I completely shut down.
So basically, I've spent the morning sitting at the kitchen table with my to-do list positioned to my left, and the telephone sitting to my right. But instead of using the telephone to accomplish my tasks, which seems like the logical thing to do, I've spent the last hour trying to unwrap the same damn BlowPop while I make up zillions of new knock-knock jokes that involve the word orange.
Poor James, he's getting so sick of these knock-knocks, but bless his golden little heart, the kid keeps playing along. Somehow, I think he knows that his mother's about to crack, and he's desperately trying to avert an emotional crisis. Our morning has sounded a lot like this...
Me: Knock knock.
James: Who es dare?
James: Owenge hoo?
Me: Ummmmm.....Orange you glad that your mom is hot? or Orange you grossed out that our dog smells like overcooked broccoli? or Orange you sad that The Cosby Show got cancelled? or Orange you sooo frustrated that this stinkin' BlowPop is wrapped more securely than FREAKING FORT KNOX?!?!
James: Uh, yes.
And then we do it again.
As soon as I get my sanity back, I'm buying this kid a bulldozer. I know it seems extravagant, but it's all he's ever wanted, and he really does deserve it.
Have a good day, troops!