That kind of day

Tonight I was truly exhilarated to do the dishes. I'm not even joking. Sunday night I put a few too many leftovers down the drain and its taken till now - Thursday - to get the issue fixed. In the meantime, its been takeout, paper plates, and a rationing of any real dishes. The girls were excited this afternoon when I let them have a real cup with a lid. The worst part of the whole saga was that I couldn't even bitch and whine like I wanted to, since I knew it was my fault in the first place. I gained a lot of respect for J for not throwing it back in my face - particularly since he took off several hours from work for the appointments. I'm not sure I would have been as kind. :-)

To top off the excitement around here, we also got our broken garage door opener fixed today. Seriously, I am really excited about this because now we have a keypad outside our garage so in those inevitable times when I forget my keys, I'll have a way into the house. Score! Not sure if I ever blogged about the time I made Big A roll under the 6 inches I could get the garage door open to let us in the house? Not one of my finer parenting moments...

I've realized that my excitement and despair over home appliances are signs that I'm getting to a certain age...I'm sure my 21 self would be rolling her eyes at this right now.

And speaking of getting older, when did I turn conservative? Today as I walked down the hall at work, a gray-haired older woman in front of me was wearing a black skirt with knee-high black leather boots with zippers up the back! I admit it, I judged. I know tall boots are trendy and all, but really? She kinda looked like a washed up hooker. I know, I'm a real pearl clutcher now. I am not sure what happened to that 21 year old girl wearing the shortest skirts she could find and wondering why my internship bosses openly made inappropriate comments. Oh yeah, she got old and fat.

I kid, I kid. But life sure has changed these last few years. Even when I intend to let my hair down and have a glass of wine at night, more often than not I end up eating some chocolate instead and calling it a night at 10 p.m. Yup, its pretty exciting over here. And actually, I'm just fine with that. In fact, I could use a little less excitement in the "what's going to happen next?" sitcom that is my life these days. But then again, then I wouldn't have anything to blog about...