Today's random knock at the door at 8:30 AM while I was still clad in my attractive men's size large v-neck undershirt (no bra!) and short pajama shorts was not from a realtor- there is a GOD- but rather from my neighbor Christopher with our other neighbor Sema in tow. She had locked herself out, borrowed C's phone to call a friend with a key, and needed a place to hang while her friend took the metro from Arlington, trying his best to avoid the Marine Corps Marathon (because when your friend locks herself out of her house and needs you to travel five miles with the key during morning rush hour, it also helps to have half the city in worse-than-rush-hour gridlock).
Sema and I shared life stories. Apparently, we're both rather depressing these days. I'm sure she'd appreciate it if I kept her life story to myself.
Jack knows that Sema has dogs, so he was all over her-- actually, that part of the morning was kind of a break for me because she took him next door to peer through the windows at the dogs. Each break I got, I slipped into the bathroom to attempt part of my morning routine. Stealthily added bra, contacts, and tooth-brushing during dog breaks. Whew.
On a walk to Target, Jack noticed the Metro elevator, and the day went steadily downhill from that point on. He wanted to get on the Metro. Urban baby. He screamed pretty much for the rest of the day. While he napped I should have been doing work-- and I did-- except that part of that "work" involved talking to Chad on the phone (dissertation talk). The minute I hung up, Jack woke up after only ONE HOUR (normal nap = 2.5-3 hrs). That was it. Screaming ensued. Day catapulted into terrific catastrophe and ended with Jack turning on the dishwasher (dishes were already clean), ruining the nice "heated dry" cycle, and forcing me to hand-dry every dish. Woe is me.
Oh, and speaking of that, lots of people on that DC Urban Moms forum write "Whoa is me," ha ha ha.... but you'll be pleased to note that I did NOT read the forum today. Progress.
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