~Yesterday, I needed to ask Scott's teacher something. Instead of employing my usual three methods for Unexpected Social Interaction (text/send an email instead, wait for Nick to do it for me, or just ignore it completely and hope it doesn't end up being important) I boldly walked up to her after school and...drumroll please...ASKED MY QUESTION.
She answered, and I went on about my day.
It. Was. Epic.
I mean, seriously. So cool. Yes, I had butterflies and wanted to vomit. But I did it!!!
Also, on a semi-related note, I have signed up to be a 'reader' at the kids' school. Not because I have some altruistic longing to help the future generation, oh no. No, I did it because I know Scott is going to get into trouble, some sort of misunderstanding (the misunderstanding being that he is an asshole and the teacher/authority figure didn't know that/wasn't expecting that/doesn't approve of that) and I want to be a common enough fixture that whoever HAS the misunderstanding (aka Scott kicks her or grabs her breasts or ass) thinks of me and says to herself well, his mother seems sort of decent, maybe instead of calling the police or child services, I should just call her?
I am at least a little bit kidding. But that's the basic gist, I want them to know me. I want them to have a face for "Scott's mum." Squeaky wheel gets the grease and all that.
~I am on Day Three of Junebug being in nursery, three hours a day, five days a week, for free (can I get a HOLLA for Great Britain's public education system? Do people still say HOLLA? Did people ever say HOLLA or did I perhaps make that up?) and I absolutely LOVE IT. "Oh, Jennifer, aren't you bored?" To that I say "Not just no, but fuck no."
Bored? Please. This is the woman who can have entire conversations in her head. Heck, I can run through entire INTERACTIONS in my head!!! I don't get bored. Plus, I have a hobby that I love and is extremely time consuming (quilting- although it's getting too expensive- anyone want a quilt? I'll make you a quilt!! Pick me!!) AND I love to watch TV and read. So no, I am not bored even a little tiny bit.
Semi related: Remember when I watched The Fall and was so fracking creeped out by Paul Spector? Well, a few months ago, I taped this miniseries on the BBC called New Worlds because it looked kinda cool, and I finally got around to the first episode yesterday. Well, what do you know, guess who sauntered across the screen looking all creepy and murdery?!?!
Paul Fucking Spector.
Ugh. He's ruining my life!! Plus, I think he's supposed to be some sort of dreamy love interest type, but I just want to scream at the girl HE IS GOING TO KILL YOU AND GIVE YOU A BATH AND PAINT YOUR NAILS AND HAVE SEX WITH YOUR BODY!!! RUN AWAY YOU MORON!!!
Just no. No. Paul Spector is THE WORST.
~Ya'll wanna know something stupid that has seriously changed my life for the better? Of course you do. So you know how I have awful skin, right? Well, things aren't helped by the fact that by the time I drag myself upstairs to go to bed (at the shameful hour of nine twenty five...) I am just too tired to wash my face. Maybe I could handle washing it (oh my word, I am so lazy) but I'm too tired to tone and treat and moisturize, which you have to do to keep up when you have skin like this. So usually, I just wipe off my makeup with a wipe. Or if I'm honest, usually I just brush my teeth and go to bed. I do always brush my teeth. Just fyi.
But then I read somewhere a long time ago that if you're lazy like me and having this problem, you should wash your face and all that jazz EARLIER.
Dunn dunn DUNNNNNNNNN.
Yes, seriously. I do all this ridiculous nonsense (which in all actuality can't possibly take more than five or six minutes) when we (Nick) puts the kids to bed at seven thirty. Then I have two hours to veg out, then BAM, in the bed.
It is PERFECT.
And I am one hundred percent serious ya'll- this has changed my life. Swear to God.
~I am listening to Bossypants while I sew, and I feel like the World's Lamest Woman saying this...but I don't think it's THAT funny. It's certainly funny. Hilarious even. But I listened to Mindy's book a while back and hers was just way funnier.
I feel like I'm betraying womanhood or something by saying that. Which reminds me that I need to google all this business with Hermione Granger and the He Supports She or something? Anyone know what I'm talking about?
~But not now because tonight I'm going to the First Aid Kit concert at the Royal Albert Hall and I am so pumped!!! I'm so pumped up!!!
Ugh. But then that makes me sad that one of my bestest real life friends is having to move earlier than she (I) expected and I am (she is) DEVASTATED. Stupid Navy.
Which also reminds me that we considering leaving next summer, instead of next next January. I've moved over Christmas the last two moves and I don't want to do it again. But I also don't want to leave here early. But we're also out of money and not going on any more awesome vacays. Well except for one ;) But I love it here!!!
Ugh. Not like the Navy is interested in how I feel about any of this, but there's a potential job opening maybe in Halifax that Nick might be able to ask for. You know, because the Navy let's you ask :) We've been so lucky so far, I can't imagine another awesome assignment, but hey, a girl can hope, can't she?
All right. Gotta split.