A just got a package of mini containers of playdoh from her Aunt. She's using one of those plastic creatures that sprouts playdoh "hair" by pushing down on its arms. Black, yellow, orange and green were quickly mashed together and squhz out the creature to make some psychadelic looking dreadlocks. By the time she finishes, she will have made one color: toxic brown.
Never mind the fact that I should be working on my review. The morning disappeared, I folded laundry, and took a shower. I went out with the intention of going to my office for tabs for my dossier and somehow ended up making a trip to my Mary Kay lady's house for a restock of purifying freshner no. 2. I stopped first at the Dunkin Donuts drive thru. It's not my fault.
It's quarter to two. A will be napping soon, and I will commence to a simultaneous dossier-work AND stress out session for the next two hours. The house is a mess--toys everywhere, dishes piled up. I didn't even manage the pancakes. For breakfast, A had yogurt, a pineapple cup, and some somewhat stale homeade banana bread which turned out to be pretty tasty once I slathered a generous amount of butter on it and put it in a frying pan for a minute on each side.
I'm looking for a magical door that, after stepping through it, I will emerge looking like I just got a "what not to wear" makeover and feeling like the brilliant social scientist I wish I was. Until then, I'll have to make do with being the sweatpants and t-shirt wearing couch sloucher who works feverishly, hoping to meet the minimum requirements for squeaking through with a renewed two year appointment to the University.
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