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Saturday, March 12, 2005 Me, Me, Me

Stardate: Saturday morning, 10:45. (I’m not a Trekkie. Sue me if it isn’t right.)

So far today I have not spoken to a soul. I have not heard a noise in this house that I didn’t make myself (the days of blaming the dog are sure over).

I stripped my bed, pulled out fresh linens,  suppressed a groan at the mysterious-looking purple stains on my snow white,  800-thread count pillow cases,  and made up a crisp new nest for myself. I spritzed the sheets and pillows with lavender linen water, left it to air while the quit dried in the dryer, and went to sink into a steaming hot bubble bath.

Sure, I used Mr. Bubble. And the kids’ No More Tears. Even in my hair. Miss them much?  Naaah. It doesn’t drive me nuts at all to know that they are a mere mile away (actually, it depends who you ask; Logan says it’s only a hundred feet.) and I can’t run over and snuggle them. Fortunately,  Logan’s opening baseball game is this afternoon, so my folks and I will go watch him and play with the little ones.

Anyway, after ten minutes of soaking—that was all I could manage; it just felt unnatural—I hit the jets to clean things up and thought about getting out.

What I really needed was for someone to lift me out, cocoon me in a warm towel and snuggle me while combing out my hair and warming my toes with the hair dryer.

Instead, I heard a silent house, and remembered that my robe was in the other bathroom.

Oh, and that bath mat that we’ve been tripping over and cursing all week? Gone. No where to be found. Towels? In a heap on the tile floor, no doubt still damp from the last use. I picked them up to toss into the hall for washing later, and discovered what could only be a brand-new roll of toilet paper that had been dropped in the toilet. And then chucked over to the towel pile. Made me kinda nervous about drying off in there.

So now I am off to Ikea, which I am told is a completely irrational thing to do on a Saturday, but it is the only time I have this weekend to go see if I can find something will miraculously organize and improve my life. That,  and some meatballs.

Toodles!