Just Desserts

To answer Mr. Nemesis, yes, I am feeling better. I went to the Doctor on Tuesday and she gave me a wicked antibiotic that is only a 5 day thing. It's like SUPER antibiotic or something. I was fascinated by the insert, which explained the exact microbiology and target of this fine drug. Who knew the 50s ribosome could be so weak??? Anyhow, today I had a LOT of things to do. I spent the last 5 days doing nothing. Well, 2 parties and a Dora cake nothing. Oh, and a trip downtown to see the musical Chicago. But I digress. I mean to say that all daily chores were shoved aside until Further Notice. That was today. I had laundry from last week that was still to be put away, right next to laundry that needed to be done. Piles of it. Don't ask me what was on the kitchen floor. It couldn't be seen for all of the dirt it had picked up after being smashed there sometime earlier this week. It was awful. So I got up and neglected my normal routine that makes me feel human since I would be spending the day catching up. I soaked my hair over the sink and combed it back, letting it dry any which way it felt like. I did put in my contacts and brushed my teeth, but skipped the daily eye makeup. I donned a workout t-shirt, pulled on yesterday's jeans, and white socks - those are almost always coordinated. That is all relevant information.

So, this afternoon, Emma had an appointment with the Ear, Nose, Throat specialist due to an infection in one of her ear tubes. I begged Jim, who was working from home, to come with me so I wouldn't have to wrestle with 2 small children by myself in the office. He did. When we left we were driving by a restaurant we used to go to for romantic dinners - J. Alexanders - and Jim pulled in. Yes, Reader, I went to a nice restaurant with two toddlers and no makeup. I am officially ashamed of myself. I need to add that Emma, who refuses to wear anything but dresses, was in jeans. And Mary, who was adorable in pigtails before nap time, now had rain soaked mop hair. We looked like we belonged on the couch during Saturday morning cartoons. Jim hasn't shaved since last month some time, and his hair is almost as unwieldly as Mary's. It was a GOOD feeling. After we ate, Jim realized he had left his wallet at home. Well, I had left it at home, since it was I who dumped out the contents of his pants to wash them with the rest of the laundry. So I paid. I understand it is ALL THE SAME MONEY, especially since Jim is the only money maker, but it still felt like an insult. If I had looked good, the man would have paid, I tell you. It was like dating all over again.