It was summer there for a few days, but that's come to an abrupt, screeching halt. Our pool opened on Saturday, and we fell into a summer routine in no time. By yesterday, I couldn't imagine how 7yo and I would readjust to school, which will continue for three more weeks. Today, I'm dressed like I'm leading a K2 attempt. I might need to turn the heat on. Just when I think I'm out, it pulls me back in. Sigh.
So remember all the complaining about the houseguests? It was all for naught. They didn't come. And I was disappointed! This isn't like me, as I'm not normally one of those only happy when they're unhappy people. This is not to say that I don't do my share of whining and complaining, because I do, but my whining and complaining is generally good-faith whining and complaining about things that I'm actually unhappy about, or things that I actually do not want to happen. So when something I dreaded doesn't happen, I'm usually relieved. But I was disappointed about the houseguests. I shopped, I cleaned, I regrouted the shower (read that last part as "I delegated the task of regrouting the shower to the member of the household best suited for the task"), and it looked pretty nice here. And for all my kvetching, I also actually wanted to meet these people. There's no pleasing me, is there?
Time for bed now, friends. Shall I tell you what I was doing while I was writing this post? I was watching "The Real Housewives of New Jersey". I know, I know, but I absolutely love that show. I love the New York ladies, too, but New Jersey is even better, because where else other than South Philadelphia can you hear the word "skeeve" used correctly? "Skeeve" is most properly used as a verb, as the RHONJs know. To say that you skeeve a person or thing is to say that you find that person or thing disgusting. And while I know that I should probably skeeve this show, I just adore it. The drama! The Botox! The bitchslapping oh no she di'in' catfights! I never miss it. Maybe I'll live blog it next week. Or maybe I'll just skin it and wear it like last year's Versace (possibly the best reality show line ever). Good night!