It's always something

You know, it's not even 8:30 a.m., and it's already shaping up to be a contrary day!

I won't even discuss last night. Let's just say Auntie is rather grumpy due to uncontrollable circumstances. Meaning the Husbandly One pulled a muscle just as things were getting interesting, and today, he's walking like Quasimodo.

Looks like Auntie ain't gettin' any in the foreseeable future.

So, I get up this morning, determined not to be a bear, because the Husbandly One feels bad enough as it is, he doesn't need a sour Auntie to up the guilt factor, right?

*snort*

I assemble the makings for tunafish salad, for the Impertinent Daughter's lunch. Only... we're out of tuna, and THO went grocery shopping yesterday and... I grit my teeth. Peanut butter and jelly it is. Then, the Impertinent Daughter, who has never been picky about what she wears (her motto is, if it's clean and in the closet or in my drawers, I'll wear it. Whether it's actually from my closet or not, or my mom's and fifty sizes too big, I'll wear it) is suddenly in the kitchen, "Mom, I have nothing to wear!"

"Um, you have clean jeans in the dryer."

"I don't want to wear jeans! I want to wear a skirt!"

"Honey, it is 26 degrees outside right now. It's barely going to get into the forties today, and you don't have stockings yet. Do you really want to have bare legs today?"

Pout.

I'm immune to pouting.

"Jeans in the dryer. Pants in the drawer. You have two skirts hanging in the closet."

"I've outgrown them! SEE???"

I finally turn to look at her. She looks like she's wearing her little sister's clothes (if she had a little sister), her legs impossibly long under a skirt that was just fine only two weeks ago. Now it's waaaaaaaay too short. The kind of too short that would send her papa grabbing for his chest and saying, "No, that's my BABY!! She CAN'T wear THAT!!" The kind of short that makes a tomboy shudder and say, "MO-O-O-O-M!!!" in that tone that you just KNOW she's two seconds from nuclear meltdown.

"Hmmmmm," I say neutrally. "Definitely can't wear that. So... what do you think you should do?"

Obviously she was hoping I'd pull some kind of sewing miracle, but not at 7:15 a.m. with thirty minutes to go before we have to leave and get to school. "Fine. I'll wear jeans." Huff. Stomp, stomp, stomp...


I finish the lunches, finding out just how much stuff the Husbandly One did NOT buy yesterday, and wondering just what the heck DID he buy, and then I was scrambling to get the Impossible Son dressed. He didn't want to wake up, though he did wake up enough to say, "Nooooo... wanna wear SHORTS today!"

Yeah, that'll happen. Of course, this sort of fits, because back in August and early September, when we were still having triple digit days, he would say, "Noooooo, wanna wear long pants and a long sleeve shirt."

Contrary, like I said.

I got him dressed in sweatpants and a Buzz Lightyear (To Infinity... and BEYOND!!) sweatshirt, and for once, his shoes were where I'd left them (thank you, Universe), got everybody together, got the granola bars (it's a real struggle to get them to eat at all) and we made it to school on time.

Now, in the mornings, I throw on what I can find without thinking too much, because I'm just taking them to school, in, out, I come home and eat a little breakfast, then head to the track for my morning exercise. Lately, I've been trying to look a little more girly, thanks to the incident back on 10/23, but this morning, well, it's COLD, I'm tired, it was the Husbandly One's turn to do laundry yesterday and, as usual, HE DIDN'T WASH MY CLOTHES! He washed exactly one pair of jeans, one pair of socks and one set of undies for me. *rolls eyes* So, I had to grab one of HIS warm shirts, and my hair was doing the "let's try to escape from Auntie's head" thing, and so I crammed a baseball cap on my head, and put on a hoodie. And no, I NEVER wear make-up, not especially before going out to the track. Why? I'm just going to sweat it all off anyway.

"Hey, Mister! There's a cat under your car!"

I turned. Yes, they were talking to me.

....*sigh*.....

I so totally need an wardrobe makeover. I mean... what do I have to do?? Wear a dress?? No, wait, that won't work, because apparently, they'll then think I'm a really short man IN DRAG!!

No more baseball caps for me, I guess. At least, not until my hair grows out.

And it's not even 9 a.m.

This is going to be a very long day... isn't it?

....*sigh*....