It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. A whole day off can only be described as the best of times. The worst of times part comes from the fact that I was unable to get in my 30 minutes on the elliptical. I faltered. But, my goal was to get in 4 sessions this week, and I've done 3 to date. Now, I've done the math and although it's pretty advanced (probably college level algebra), if I workout today I'll be on target to succeed. I'd best be off. But first I'll recap yesterday's highlights.
I can assure you that my holiday was indeed jolly. While my Bert took care of our charges, I ate lunch at a sidewalk cafe and read from "Pride and Prejudice" (I don't know when I had a more relaxed lunch), got a massage from Bert the massage therapist, and went shopping. I thought I hated shopping. In reality, I just hate shopping when I'm broke and accompanied by an 18 month old and a 4 year old. It's fun when I have birthday money in the bank, my hands free to handle merchandise instead of doling out cheerios to a hungry toddler, and my mind free to wander instead of delicately trying to answer my daughter's shopping-induced questions, like "why can't I have a treat?"(when passing EACH and EVERY place that sells food), "when will I get breasts? (while walking past the Victoria's Secret storefront), and "why are there little grown ups?" (while pointing to the little person across the room) . Thanks to my friends A and K who gave me a gift card to the Gap for my birthday, I brought home these jeans (sorry gals, I had to get them right away because I needed them to wear with my new boots).
I can assure you that my holiday was indeed jolly. While my Bert took care of our charges, I ate lunch at a sidewalk cafe and read from "Pride and Prejudice" (I don't know when I had a more relaxed lunch), got a massage from Bert the massage therapist, and went shopping. I thought I hated shopping. In reality, I just hate shopping when I'm broke and accompanied by an 18 month old and a 4 year old. It's fun when I have birthday money in the bank, my hands free to handle merchandise instead of doling out cheerios to a hungry toddler, and my mind free to wander instead of delicately trying to answer my daughter's shopping-induced questions, like "why can't I have a treat?"(when passing EACH and EVERY place that sells food), "when will I get breasts? (while walking past the Victoria's Secret storefront), and "why are there little grown ups?" (while pointing to the little person across the room) . Thanks to my friends A and K who gave me a gift card to the Gap for my birthday, I brought home these jeans (sorry gals, I had to get them right away because I needed them to wear with my new boots).
Admittedly, this isn't the best picture. I had to use the timer and please don't be fooled by this catwalk-like pose that I'm striking. In reality, I'm on the phone with my dad. But regardless of how it looks here, in this little number I feel as hot as those Swedes I saw parading around Stockholm last winter wearing skinny pants tucked into their high boots. Whether I actually look as hot as they did, is another thing altogether. Who am I kidding? I can't compete with those Swedish beauties (look at the ABBA women!). But I can at least hold my head high knowing that I enjoy more daylight hours during the winter months than they do (I was thinking really hard of something that I have that would make Swedes jealous, and that was the best I could come up with).
When I came home the kids were in bed and my Bert and I were happy to see each other. Some things I missed out on while I was away:
My 4 year old insisted on wearing an eye patch all day long (at home and in public) in honor of Talk Like a Pirate Day (9/19). Instead of wearing it in the traditional fashion, she placed in on her forehead as if to cover an unsightly third eye.
My 18 month old repeatedly said the word "sock" (at home and in public) which sounds suspiciously like a certain 4-letter word also ending in "ck."
And to welcome me home, this morning my 18 month old woke up at 5:00. It's good to be back.
When I came home the kids were in bed and my Bert and I were happy to see each other. Some things I missed out on while I was away:
My 4 year old insisted on wearing an eye patch all day long (at home and in public) in honor of Talk Like a Pirate Day (9/19). Instead of wearing it in the traditional fashion, she placed in on her forehead as if to cover an unsightly third eye.
My 18 month old repeatedly said the word "sock" (at home and in public) which sounds suspiciously like a certain 4-letter word also ending in "ck."
And to welcome me home, this morning my 18 month old woke up at 5:00. It's good to be back.
5 comments:
Welcome back from your jolly good holiday. I'm glad that you were able to have a fantastic day. I guess I have to be ok with the fact that you went shopping without me, jk. Your pants are way cute from what I can tell. I will definitely need to see them in person. Although, I'm still not sure about the whole boots over the pants look. Let's meet up so I can see! That's awesome about the older charge and the eye patch. How hilarious. How nice of the younger charge to welcome you home with waking you up at 5:00 am! We really need to think of names for them.
What brand are those boots?!!!
Look fantastic!
dodge party--working on names for the little ones. check back later this week.
mrs. f--born, baby. glad to get your stamp of approval. tomorrow i'll be making a cake for bert's bday. perhaps you'll get a call from me seeking tips.
Those boots are HOT!!! The jeans look like the New Low Rise Bootcut..are they??? We are selling them like crazy at my store, almost every body type looks good in them, not to mention the hem of them would be easy to tuck into a boot!!! Hope you had a good experience at your Gap!!!
kiki--close. the jeans are the new straight cut (i wanted the skinniest leg possible to fit into the boots). and they are fantastic. glad to get your approval. you gap people know your stuff.
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