One Armed Cartwheels & Drugs*

August 27th, 2010 4:12 pm ·
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Oh geez–Allie will not quit singing. Will not stop at all. No matter what. I know maybe I should think it’s cute and be all swoony over it, but oh man, if only you could hear it. It’s straight out of her nose, and the songs are odd reinditions of like Hannah Montana meets legit country music. I’m talking Patty Loveless and shit.

She started Kindergarten two weeks ago. It began all sunshines and rainbows. Then there was this odd fear of the lunchroom. Now it’s just normal minus this kid she fancies as her boyfriend. I caught her with her arm around him the other day as they walked out of school. I’m grateful I had on sunglasses because I would have been embarrassed had any other parent seen my eyes roll completely back into my head all seizure like. Except I wasn’t having a seizure. I was having one of those moments where you, as a parent, are all WHAT.THE. FUCK?!?

Since Allie’s return to school and rocket launch into PDA, I’ve started working outside of my house. After working from home for two years, it is seriously a breath of fresh air. There are real people! And random beverages! And paperclips! And office supplies! And real clothes. Did I mention the random beverages? I love beverages.

As I write this, Allie has no stopped singing and is instead doing one armed cartwheels across the living room while holding a cowboy hat on her head with the other. She should thank the stars and me for her stealth coordination. *JINX* As I said that, she landed in the tv stand. (Yes, in it.)

Well, I don’t have much else to say about anything. But I’m alive and making it. And I’m glad it’s Friday. I think Allie and I will go eat Mexican and watch Redbox** movies all night.

*This post has nothing in the least to do with drugs. But I couldn’t just call it one armed cartwheels.

**Redbox is not paying me shit to mention their name. But I pay them like $10 extra per month when I lose those thin discs under the seat of my car. Assholes.

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