Purging here, folks.

Ethan’s lovely girlfriend, Julie, has been stopping by in the mornings since the onset of Christmas break. I am so happy for them that they can steal a few quiet moments together. What I am not happy about is that typically I will interrupt their quiet time as I come barreling through the room with many thoughts of begging, cajoling, and bribing my son to make coffee. I’ll bust into the room (the family room) and they’ll be enjoying an episode of The Office on DVD and there I am in all of my “just woke up and stumbled down the stairs with my hair in embarrassing mushes and spikes” glory. Awful! Embarrassing!!!! Eeeeeek!!!!

I wish, sometimes, that I were more like my mother. Out of bed, shower, make up, perfectly coordinated outfit, blah blah. Except, I like taking showers at night, it relaxes me. And, I don’t wake up quickly enough to really desire make-up and a coordinated outfit. Oh, how I wish I could be a semi-June Cleaver. It’s just not me. I have several pairs of funky pajama pants that I adore. I love to wear them with matching knit, tunic tops. If I have work to do, I’d rather be comfortable and caffeinated rather than make-upped and coordinated. Although, for the record, I would never leave the house like this!

This morning I stumbled down the stairs to oooh and aaaaah over Julie’s GORGEOUS formal dress, it’s soooo retro and silver and beautiful! And after she left I noticed I had giant lint balls on my shirt because I was in a hurry (due to a desperate need for coffee) and grabbed the navy blue shirt that had been hanging in the laundry room.

After Julie left I apologized to Ethan profusely. Not that I’m totally kissing his ass… it’s just I have this one wall that I really want painted this week…