Eyelash update (huh?): Yes--here's your update on my eyelashes. I mentioned a while back that I LOVE to pull out my eyelashes. I think there's a psychological term for it that starts with a "T." Usually, I can keep myself together, and only pull out a couple every week or so. But. Last night, I was all kinds of weird, don't know why. Just my latent psychosis oozing out I guess, and I pulled out almost all of the lashes on my left eye. I mean, I have a bald eyelid. Just a little fringe in either corner. Not particularly attractive--let me tell you. So today after picking Soph up, she and I made a trip to the beauty supply store. A very nice lady helped me out after I explained the issue. She examined my naked eyelid, and recommended the individual lashes. Actually, there are about 3 lashes stuck together, and then you GLUE them to your lid wherever you need a little more, um, lash. I left the place with a box of "individual" lashes, a tube of eyelash glue (yikes) and a set of non-drag queen (I hope) looking regular false eyelashes in case I can't figure out the other ones. When I'm done here, I'm going to give them a try. Dur.
House update: I finished ripping up all the carpet in the living room--under the couches and everything--and it doesn't look bad at all. At least it's an improvement over the old, cheap, repulsively filthy carpet. I scrubbed the whole thing on my hands and knees (aside--do all guys find women scrubbing on their hands and knees sexy? When I'm scrubbing the floor or tub--I mean, really scrubbing, like with a bucket and sponge--E won't quit grabbing at my ass and other, um, appendages. Very annoying.) and put some refinisher stuff on it, and really, it's not bad. Of course, I did just pile the carpet and pad on the patio in pieces and mounds, and then it rained, and E had to clean it up, and was annoyed.
School update: I'm working with my 10th graders on both following and writing instructions. Fuck dude--I'm in WAY over my head here. Apparently, there's some kind of mental block with teenagers either following or writing step by step instructions. I've had to get a little creative, and we're doing some origami for the following instructions bit (have become a bit "in to" the origami. It's very meditative and quite orderly.) and making treasure hunts for the writing instructions bit.
Soph update: She's growing like a weed, both physically and otherwise. Her current favorite play friend is her dad. Their 2 favorite games are "Black Wizard" (E is the Black Wizard and captures Sophie--known for Black Wizard purposes as "Princess Peach." The princess must then say the magic words, "A la peanut butter sandwiches with boysenberry jelly on top. Chicky chicky ya ya bomb bomb!" and then she is free for 2 seconds. These 2 seconds are spent shrieking and running--not to far, because then the Black Wizard wouldn't capture her again for 80 or so repetitions. The other is "Kung fu farting Barbies." That one kind of speaks for itself, other than Jimmy's roll in the game. He's the dragon to which the Barbies are sometimes attached, between the Kung fu and, well, farting.
Buffy update: Have finished the first 3 seasons. Cried like a baby during the prom episode at the end of season 3--although in my defense, I was highly medicated and having some other issues that day. The first 4 episodes of season 4, it must be said, have been kind of disappointing, but still good clean fun.
Health update: bronchitis seems to be cleared up. Allergies still in full swing. Healthier eating kind of side tracked, though am trying to drink a lot more water and eat broccoli or the like at least once a week. Yoga still great--usually once a week, sometimes twice if I can swing it. It may actually be spring now, so hopefully will be taking more walks.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
We went sandal shopping together today. Soph ended up with some pink ones adorned with huge 3-D-ish daisies on them. On the way home, she was pretending that the daisies had come to life and were trying to eat her feet. In a good way.
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
I can't decide. Is 3 and 2/3rds old enough to ride her trike outside in the driveway without supervision? She really wants to--and I see other kids her age playing outside. I let her do this for about 5 minutes while doing my housework, and finally made her come in while I finished. It kind of freaked me out. Am I too overprotective or am I completely negligent?