I cannot even believe this. How long have I looked forward to voting? How strongly do I feel about this election? You know the answers to both questions, I hope.
Guess what. I am totally sick, and I'm not sure if I'll make it to the polling place tomorrow--which is killing me.
I was fine all day until I went to pick up my daughter from school. I simply leaned over to pick up mail from the van floor (isn't that where you keep your mail?) and the whole van began to "spin." I bolted up and waited. The van stopped.
Since I love a mystery, I bent over again to see if it would produce the same thrill ride.
I made it home and have been reclined all evening, opening my eyes only to watch the high-brow culturally enlightening "Trading Spouses," except for now, and I'm about to toss. I have that sour feeling. I knew you would want to know every detail.
I think all of my political joking is coming back to haunt me. All I can think of is, "Must.vote.Must.vote...."
Also, I wanted to say ... socks? (I'm failing fast.)
That thing I wrote about mismatched socks the other night? One thing I have done in the past to help with sorting (so my kids had no excuses) is sew a matching stitch in either the toe or the top of ankle part.
My kids were so thrilled to have colored stitches in their socks--because if there's one thing kids desire, it's being different from everyone else and having a mom who is "unique." It's just one of the services I have perfected as a mom and wife.
And now, I must crawl away from the computer.