Perhaps I should have stayed in my pajamas all day. Instead, by 3:30 or so, I was dressed and riding around in the car with two of my girls, running errands, stopping here, stopping there. Since some of the stopping was at stores, I thought I'd try to find something more comfortable to wear to yoga. Perhaps I was extra tired from the previous week's lingering sniffles & sneezes, the yoga workshop on Saturday, the dismantling of the Christmas tree* on Sunday morning, the fact that I already tried on 40,000 different yoga tops & pants without much success (why pockets, people, in the least flattering place of all?), so when the clerk at Target told me that I couldn't take eight articles into the dressing room, I kind of lost it. I just couldn't think about which pieces to leave behind, where to leave them, how to get them when I needed them. I suggested that it wasn't that busy and would it really be so hard to keep track -- couldn't I have a "six" and a "two"? She said that she couldn't do it and offered no other suggestion. I just dropped all eight pieces on the desk and left. I didn't melt down completely (as in start to cry), as I had to go find Kate & Ali on the other side of the store and we had to check out.
Perhaps I should wear a warning sign this week.
Please bear with me as it's the final countdown to Katie's departure on Friday for The London Adventure. She will not return 'til nearly the end of April. She will spend her 21st birthday in Munich, Germany. I am riding the mother of all motherhood emotional rollercoasters this week -- well, I've been riding it for a while, but now you're along -- elated, excited, happy, sad, depressed, worried, broke, protective, selfish, anxious, and many, many more. Mostly, I can't wait 'til I hear from her over there, hopefully next weekend, "London calling..."
I ought to have my second Jaywalker finished today but, alas, will not yet have a pair!
*I think I won the pictured ornament in a first grade spelling bee; Mom always insists that I made it in school. Looks complicated to make, doesn't it?