5 years worth celebrating!
Yesterday, Saturday August 30th, as many of you are aware, was Tim and my 5 year anniversary :-) And it just keeps getting better and better every year :-). I managed to squeeze an hour walk in during Bobbin's nap, which I'm glad I did because we went to Yarrow Bay Grill and had an absolutely heavenly dinner with perfect wine and scrumptious dessert. So I'm glad I did a little extra during the day in anticipation :-)
Getting out of the house was the only downer of the evening. We had Miss B over to babysit Bobbin. Miss B is also a teacher at Bobbin's school and Bobbin really likes her. Except when she's here because Mommy and Daddy are going out without her. I don't even have the energy to replay the scenario here for you; it was too long, too emotional, too mentally and emotionally and at times physically hard. But we got out even as I was running over rocks in my silk stocking-d feet since my heels don't do well on our gravel path. Oh - yeah - worth mentioning: I wore a SKIRT and a NICE BLOUSE and even some JEWELRY on my EARS AND around my NECK. and MAKEUP.
Bobbin had her fair share of makeup on when we left too, from her beauty session with Mommy. She's convinced she needs to "keep me company" no matter what I'm doing. Most of the time I enjoy it. But there is one thing that I like to do in the bathroom alone with no audience. Actually two. And you think you know which two that is, don't you. Alas most of you would be wrong. I had long ago given up on peeing and pooping in private and much to Tim's chagrin I even find myself leaving the door open by habit for all passersby to see even when Bobbin hasn't accompanied me. What are you gonna do. But what I have not yet caved on is that Mommy gets to have Showers and Baths in private. No watching.
That set her off for quite some time. Tim had to close the gate to the back part of the house to ensure she couldn't get back there. I locked the bathroom door too just in case she figured out how to climb over. I got peace, for the most part, outside, but there was little peace inside as I stood in my shoiwer trying to calculate the minimum minutes I needed to wash and deep condition my hair, exfoliate my face and then give it a moisture mask while shaving my under arms and legs and then rinsing all the head and face gunk off, putting on loition, spraying in volume stuff, doing my makeup and trying on the 3 new bras I bought at the shopping store but not knowing which one fit me because I didn't want to try them on at the store.
I let her in after I was out of the shower and robed. And she went straight for the makeup drawer. "What's this for?" and I would tell her it's cheek blush. And she'd brush some on her cheeks and forehead. "And this?" that was eyeshadow; when she learned how it was applied she preferred instead to apply it to her temples and forehead. Lipgloss was easy - she's used it before. My little princess, Into the girly girl stuff. Well... so far only when I'm into it (which is apparently once every 6 months or so).
When we left it just plain sucked. But by 7:40pm she was eating icecream and watching nemo. If those two things were happening I had a pretty high degree of confidence that she was ok and if she wasn't ok on the inside, then she was filling her insides with things that she loves to compensate for it (ugh really need to learn how to finish a thought and move on).
When we got home she was out like a light. We had promised we'd wake her. we both gave it our best shot but she was not to be woken. She stirred a little and might have mumbled something but for the most part, immovable. unreachable. So we kissed her and hugged her and went to bed.
Completely unrelated note; just doesn't warrant its own post: With yesterdays 1 hour walk on the trail I met my goal! barely but met it. Today I started off a new week with a full 60 minutes on the elliptical watching Point Break (or is it Break Point?)... the surfer movie with Keanu Reeves and Patrick Swayze. It's a fine exercise movie. Can't imagine it's good for much else though.
