Aveda shampoo, squash soup, and frump girl.

Here I am again.  On my couch.  Refreshing facebook.  My alarm went off around 6:15 am.  I quickly showered and dressed.  Aveda shampoo makes me feel rich, I've decided.  Put whole chicken in crock pot.  Made lunches.  Decorated lunch bags with markers.  Grabbed my coffee and made it out the door by 7:25 to drop girls off and head to work.  "Make a difference today!  Befriend the lonely girls!  Be the change you wish to see in the world!" I yelled cheerfully to my middle schooler, as she walked off annoyed, yet trying very hard not to smile.  "Eat your carrots," I said to the others, "And call me with your sugar counts!" Work was fine.  Brought carton of squash soup that tasted nast.  Note to self, Aldi and Trader Joes are not created equal.  Created Web form in Adobe Designer where one simple task can take an hour...though I rather love the trial and error. Videotaping and photographing conference next week.  I've never videotaped.  But I will learn.  And pretend to know more than I do. Called it a day at 4:30 and headed off to pick up girls. Baby-sitter met us at apartment.  I scrambled to finish dinner - cheesy potatoes, squash, and green beans.  I know.  I was pretty pleased with myself.  That was, until I got to class.  I've come to the conclusion that some people just might not be meant to be teachers.  Either that, or I'm just too impressionable...still...even at 34.  Or maybe I just happen to have these existential crises...on Thursday nights.  He talked about the environment.  Consumerism.  The breakdown of the family unit.  Nature deficit disorder among children.   Total doom and gloom. Scary, negative stuff that was supposed to inspire great writing.  Not that he didn't have some great points - because he did.  Not that I don't feel passionate about consumerism - hell, I shop at Goodwill and Dicker and Deal.  It was just that all I could think about was my three girls that I hadn't seen all day, at home in our apartment, most likely watching iCarly, texting, or playing DS.  I can tell you what they were not doing.  Exploring nature with their happy family unit.  A few classmates chimed in, trying to offer some optimism, perhaps, though the professor seemed to prefer his own voice, his own opinions.  Why do I have to be such a feeler?  Why can't I just not care?  I called Barb as soon as I got in the car.... "He kept talking about the breakdown of the family unit," I told her.  And she seemed to know what I was feeling even before I told her. She said all the right things, everything I needed her to say.  I know, baby, she said, I get it.  And I know she did.

On my way home, I stopped at Forever 21 to grab a gift for Savannah's friend.  I caught a glimpse in a mirror and sighed.  I looked like frump girl.  My jeans were hanging off me and my hair...sigh.  So, me thinks I need a night out.  Smokey eyes.  Good friends.  Cheese fries.  And maybe even a fabulous new shirt that's not from Goodwill.

Sigh...I've done it again.  Stayed up too late when I said I wasn't going to.  But I feel better.  And tomorrow is Friday.  And, let me tell you, there is nothing like Friday when you work full time.  It is a simple pleasure, indeed.

My next post will be fabulous.
No rantings about my teacher.
Or gross soup.
No self-deprecation.
Just fierceness.
Fabulosity at its finest.

G'nite.