Last night was our very first yarn tasting event in our new location. How did it go?
It was lovely. Fun. Full of energy...and cupcakes!
This was a rough week. I came down with one of those nasty colds. I like to call it the Zen Flu. And I used to almost welcome it. You feel so lousy all you can think about is now. Tomorrow has absolutely no relevance. Suddenly exchanging Izzy's brand new sweat pants that have a rip in the seam has fallen off the Mom radar. The re-scheduled orthodontist appointment, Genevieve's campaign to pierce her nose on her 15th birthday and that darn insurance bill I thought I paid all start to fade into the background. With the Zen Flu, it is all about the moment. You wake up in the morning and decide it is physically possible to sleep until Spring. It would feel wonderful and the kids have all proven their ability to find the frig on their own. No worries.
So, last night was a wonderful way to end my week. A great evening spent with our friends. I arrived home happy, tired and sneezing. Liv greeted me at the door.
"How was the yarn tasting?"
"Oh, great, honey. Really fun."
"Good. Hey, mom, check it out."
"Check what out."
Liv lifts up her foot. "Mara and I went for tattoos tonight."
"A Tattoo? With what money?"
"Oh, she broke up with her boyfriend and sold all his stuff."
"What?"
"Yeah and I got this...It is s-i-c-k."
There I stood exhausted, head pounding and fighting back a coughing fit.
"Is that?"
"Yeah. Its a black widow spider."
"On your foot."
"Yup. And if you get up close, it looks like its walking."
"A black widow. It is pretty big, isn't it?"
"Well, it's my empowerment statement. Do you know about the black widow spider?"
At that point, my pillow was calling me. I headed for my room thinking about how that black widow spider is going to look when she is 40 years old. Then I thought of her wedding, what shoes, what dress...how do we hide the fact that at age 19 she temporarily lost her mind? A black widow. A venomous spider. That looks like its walking down her foot...
Ahhh..thank goodness for the Zen Flu. As soon as I hit the pillow. It became all about me. Me. Sleep. Spring.
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