I have a secret. I love a good t-shirt. This is my latest one, a true bargain as I bought it for $1 at my local charity shop.
[$1 is too much some of you may say!]
The oh-how-so-terribly-disaffected-youthishness about the shirt aside, it’s actually excellent material, cut long like I like them, and fits like the proverbial glove.
Groovy as it is, I have wondered when the time will come for me to retire these items for the conservative little twin-set numbers and other stereotypes of the ‘traditional’ mother. I do have those garments in my cupboard, shivering self consciously at the back, because they know that when the day comes when I pull them out is the day I will have realised I can’t be twenty years old forever.
On the outside, at least.
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It’s been four or five days since I’ve mentioned the kids. Naughty me. This is supposed to be a parenting blog! So how’ve they been doing?
Alas, Keira is ill.
As miserable as can be, too, and I’ve been on my toes the past 24 hours trying to keep the balance between patting her poor brow with a wet towel, and wanting to yell, “Okay, I get it. You don’t feel well. Stop with the sooking already.” Which is unspeakably nasty, I suppose, but don’t worry, she’s spending so much time asleep that I don’t think it often.
Riley is taking this new-found time and attention badly: not that he doesn’t like attention, but his parents are entirely the wrong sort of people he wants to hang with. He wants his “Sissss- tah!” (his inflection). He goes and scratches at her closed bedroom door like a dog after it’s master.
I’m just waiting for his taking on this infection, because that would be just perfect. Being this week is my birthday, after all. It would be just be Murphy’s Law.
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You have a birthday WEEK? A whole freaking WEEK? Is that because you are fab or cause your poor mother was in labour for a week?
Ignore me. I am on night 2 of sleep-is-an-optional-extra and starting to go a little wacko..
Kelley, I suppose I should’ve said “The week OF my birth”
Poor Keira, I hope she gets better soon.
I had a lunch with the gals planned for the day of my 40th. (Five years ago if you must know…). One of the kids woke up throwing up, and I had to ring everyone and cancel. So I think reserving a Birthday Week is an entirely logical thing to do. [Hope Keira is better soon and Riley doesn't come down with it...]
I know plenty of women 20 years older than you who dress more “fashionably” than I did when I was 20. Even then, while I might be a bit of a dag, I’m never going down the twin sets and pearls road…and very few of my “peers” do.. so it’s even less likely you will!!
I refuse to wear a twinset. I’m 45. I wear sweatshirts and jeans. Or nice dresses. There is no in-between. My favorite sweatshirts are one with Eeyore, and one that says, “I put the fun in disfunctional.”
Hope poor Keira is better soon. There’s nothing more worrying, and yes, irritating, than a sick kid. Unless it’s a sick husband. . .
T – I don’t see you gong down the twin-set road either…maybe that’s why I like ya
Janet – I like your style too!