thank you Delta
Because time and I have been at odds with one another lately, I’ve had no other choice but to relinquish control on many things.
Examples:
I kicked aside two pairs of Maya’s socks on my way to the living room because it was quicker than making her move them.
Dishes have been left in the sink overnight. Every night.
Chipotle has been our dinner more than I’d like to admit. (So why are there dishes in the sink? I don’t get it either).
I wore the most wrinkled shirt to work the other day because locating and using the iron seemed like an insurmountable project.
Maya wore a similar ensemble for reasons mentioned directly above. (Plus I maintain that children’s clothing should never need to be ironed.)
Paying library fines is becoming the rule instead of the exception.
We won’t even address my need for a color, cut, and a keratin straightening intervention (any recommendations in NYC are welcome).
You may be wondering: have I relinquished control on Ali’s life as well?
Well, the simple answer is yes. Meaning that instead of addressing the pile of pants he left near the front door (his passive-aggressive hint for me to stop at the cleaners) I simply stepped over them. And I also didn’t point out that his combination of orange jacket + orange shoes = too matchy-matchy.
Although I won’t lie, relinquishing control has been easier than expected because Delta Airlines has been Ali’s primary residence these days.
So a big thank you to Delta, for doing their part to keep the peace.
and i’m back
Blogging experts say that if one isn’t consistent with their blogging schedule then people will stop reading.
As a person who embraces consistency and schedule, this makes perfect sense.
As a person who has been working 1,000 hours a week, this does not make perfect sense.
In any case, I know the world isn’t going to come to an end if nobody is here to read about how I almost died of shock when Ali volunteered to shift clothes from our stackable washing machine to the dryer the other day.
I also know it’s okay if nobody knows he asked me where the dryer was.
I’m sure people can also live without knowing that since my last post Ali has been in Florida (twice), Boston, Washington DC, Las Vegas, Los Angeles (3 times), and is heading back to Florida this week.
Both Maya and I have given up on trying to remember his whereabouts.
And speaking of Maya, I’m sure it’s fairly irrelevant that her smart ass-ness is developing at a rather alarming pace.
Scarily, I almost find myself missing the long, sleepless nights filled with a colicky infant screaming in my ear.
Almost.
This morning I woke up and decided to take a moment to put together what I hope is a fairly coherent post before I spend the rest of the day pretending that today, Mother’s Day, is going to be remotely different from yesterday or tomorrow.
Because even though this blog isn’t exactly a revenue generating machine, I do love sharing my randomness, and I value every comment left here.
I hope to be back more regularly…for those of you who are still here? Thanks for sticking with me.
purchases at a 7-11
My OCD is in overdrive because I haven’t posted in a while. Allow me to catch you up quickly:
Ali spent two weeks in LA, came home for 5 minutes, and took off again for Seattle, and then LA, where he currently is.
I’ve been enjoying the fact that the I have our master bathroom all to myself.
This week I became THAT girl who changes her shoes at work.
I know there’s no excuse for ugly footwear – even during a commute – but I walk miles and miles a day and my feet hurt ALL THE TIME.
I have no other choice.
Maya turned 9 and celebrated with a magic-themed party. She asked for a magician, a puppy, and a pasta bar.
I bought her Garfield
I got over my guilt and gave our housekeeper the green light to come twice a week.
She uses loads of toxic chemicals (although they have a lovely lemony scent), but coming home to a clean house on Tuesdays and Fridays is worth losing a few years of my life to whatever magic Ajax and Windex contain.
And finally, my credit card was stolen and instead of heading to Bloomingdale’s or Best Buy, the culprit charged up $800 at 7-Eleven.
Classy.
While I'm not going to win Mother/Wife of the Year Award anytime soon, I haven't killed anyone yet or shot myself in the head. And that, my friends, is how I calculate success these days. 
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