jaysaint Getting it all down on paper…

I worked a really long day yesterday. I was at home, which is really nice, but can also make it more likely that I’ll put in quite a bit more time. There’s just no big cue to stop, like riding home on the train. When I’m coming from the office, I won’t get back to working at home unless there’s something specific I wanted to work on. But at home I tend to just keep picking up one thing after another. Last night was particularly that way since Damon is out of town and so I had no distraction. Even Zoe was sleepy and tucked away.

So now as the end of this work day approached I ran utterly dry of patience. Nothing in particular was annoying. Just regular annoying. And yet… I’ve just had it. I find now, at home, that I feel a stab of irritation when the phone rings (even though I have no intention of answering) because yet another person is trying to get my attention. I was trying to look up a fun place for brunch in Soho with my friend Kari tomorrow and felt a powerful urge to slam my laptop into the coffee table when Google Maps took longer than I felt reasonable to load. I realized just an hour ago that the salon I’m going to tomorrow doesn’t take cash for tips and my first impulse was to think, “Well I guess their stupid policy cost my stylist $15! Because I am not going to go hunt down a cash machine in the morning.”

I think perhaps I will hibernate until I have to leave tomorrow.

After our fun brunch Kari we’ll be going to Century 21 to find me a fancy pants dress. I have a black tie event for work on Tuesday and nothing I own will work on my 4-months-pregnant body. My hope is that a perfect dress that will somehow fit me this time next year as well will magically appear. Because while I’m sure I’ll be more chipper tomorrow, buying a very fancy (and possibly more costly than I am currently hoping) dress I can wear only once is the kind of thing that can make me once again crabby.

Left to fend for myself for dinner, with no groceries in the house, I did what I often do. I ordered delivery. We’ve got menus for every which way of the food spectrum, but most of the time I fall back on Chinese.

Tonight I answered the door wearing a magenta pajama top decorated with Russian dolls and bright teal pajama bottoms decorated with horses and cowboys. I have no earthly idea what my hair was doing. It occurs to me that I wouldn’t answer the door for my best friend dressed like that. I would at least run my fingers through my hair. No one ever sees me like the Chinese delivery guy does. Even Damon. At least I have the tiniest amount of dignity, and it will enter my mind to wonder if I look weird when he walks in. But the Chinese delivery guy? No worries! With the exception of making sure that I’m not showing any girl bits, I don’t give it even a first thought. Give me another year and that may fade out too. I do tip well. I hope that makes a difference to him.

In two hours a car will be by to pick up Damon for his crazy-early flight to Kentucky. Because he is a glutton for punishment, that 6am departure from Kennedy (the farthest airport from our apartment) will also feature a layover. This is what happens when I don’t book his tickets for him.

He’ll be visiting his family in Kentucky for four days.

I think he’s a very bad person for leaving his pregnant wife alone. He had better have trained Zoe to leave me a slice of peanut butter bread on the counter each morning.

Our neighbors, who are taking their twin daughters and moving out to the country, just gave us their bouncer seat. It’s so nice, much fancier than the one I would have bought. Score!

I give it 24 hours or less until I find Zoe napping in it.

It’s the picture of perfection outside! Who wants to go to the farmers’ market with me? I’ll also take the park, the library, or the diner. Anywhere we can walk.