(If you don’t, then why are you here still reading?)
Younger Daughter is coming home today for Spring Break. I’m very very happy about this even though it makes me a really mean mom. I didn’t want her going South for Spring Break. Not because I’d be afraid that she’d end up on “Girls Gone Wild” or anything like that. No, she actually wanted to be in New Orleans helping out in Katrina-affected areas like the altruistic little soul she is. But Mean Mom didn’t like the thought of her driving 1700 miles straight through and having strangers (and by strangers I mean not carried on my insurance) drive her car and possibly driving a car she’s unfamiliar with as she’s still a relatively new driver especially since this wasn’t a group sanctioned by the college and there’s no liability happening and…..yeah, I’m Mean. But I learned a long time ago that Moms get to play the “gut” card and if it doesn’t feel right to you, you tell your children upfront and hope and pray that they understand this is a Very. Big. Deal. Lucky for me, Younger Daughter is an understanding soul, as well. She will get her altruistic fill right here in Jersey helping in Sandy-affected areas, as well as being spoiled for a week.
I’m also helping Older Daughter to buy a car, and it’s from a really really nice man who sold Younger Daughter her car. It’s such a nice change from an anonymous dealership and I think I will buy all cars from him going forward. The test drive is today and we’re both giggling a lot over it. Then we’ll have a week of jockeying four cars in our itty bitty driveway but I don’t care because that means everybody is home and I love it. We’ll see movies, we’ll cook, we’ll bake something really unhealthy, we’ll probably hit some Dr. Who reruns, and then we’ll play Cinderella.
For reals! We’re actually going to a Charity Ball and we have to get very dressed up and made up and hairdo-ed up (totally just invented that word, I’m getting it trademarked. Wish I knew how to do that little TM thing on my computer. Don’t steal it, ‘kay?) and then figure out how not to get all messed up with seatbelts while we drive for an hour to get there. Then we’ll be feasting and dancing all night and this band they have is AMAZING and I just love the thought that once a year I can say I’m going to a Charity Ball and it really is everything I think it’s going to be. Which, as we all know, totally means sweatpants the following day.
But this weekend, we’ll have nothing on the agenda except Daylight Savings Time which, really, why do we still have it? Does it really do anyone any good at all? Who’s good with losing an hour of sleep and showing up disheveled everywhere? Doesn’t “disheveled” look like it needs two “n”s in it? Spellcheck says I’m wrong. Does Spellcheck know anything about Daylight Savings Time? Hmmmm????? Take that, Sassy Spellcheck.
Yep, I’m giddy.
For your thinking and head-tilting pleasure: