Of tummy bug fakeouts, stepping off, and nonsense storytime.

  1. The alarm goes off at 5:30, but I’m enjoying the wide open mattress far too much to get up. I doze until 7, cocooning in the blankets, using all the pillows, smelling his skin on the sheets.
  2. You always know when you set the price too low.
  3. She’s got a playdate with one of her favorite grownups. I want to use those precious hours for writing, but I’ll probably waste them on chores. The urgent wins out over the important so often.
  4. Where are those vows?
  5. Aaaaaaand they’re off.
  6. She’s lied about it so often that I can’t trust her words or my instincts. Playdate cancelled. Break out the Lysol.
  7. At least I don’t feel bad about cleaning instead of writing.
  8. I don’t want to go. I want to stay home, finish cleaning, have a chill night and a shower—not drive two hours with no podcasts. I don’t even have what I’m supposed to take. But I promised. So we go.
  9. “Momma, can you imagine…?”
  10. Mildly grateful I got the hiccups in the car and had to drink my leftover iced coffee at 8:30pm, otherwise those dishes would still have been there in the morning.

Author: Ellie

Uppity stardust. Will eat (almost) anything.

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