My boys are napping in the living room. I’ve just finished taking care of the dishes, and washing one delicate sweater. I thought I’d post before I tried to give myself a manicure. (Which, by the way, is a luxury these days.) I’ve actually stopped caring about how they look. I haven’t had any nail polish on since May of this year. Since I’m doing interviews, I thought I’d do myself the favor of dressing up my nails.
Sometimes I can’t help but shake my head in disbelief as I look at how I’ve gone to nail-crazy to plain nails. I used to have a manicure and pedicure every week and a change of polish midweek. Even when I got here, I managed to do my nails on my own. Since I had Angel, though, there simply has been no time to paint them pretty except to clean them.
I still have to get things ready for tomorrow — prepare the coffee maker, get Angel’s lunch and dinner together (Alan is staying home, then it’s daycare from Tuesday onwards.) I also need to do a little writing — snail mail.
That’s the reason I want to have another day this weekend. It’s Columbus Day tomorrow but it’s not a holiday for us. So back to work I go.