Maybe not, but here goes anyways –

I dropped three of the four girls –

Angelina, Juliana and Olivia

– off at daycare, successfully dressed in clean outfits that matched.

By “matched,” I mean each of their shirts matched their shorts.

Listen, I am not used to this whole “dressing kids” thing.

I am darn proud of myself when they arrive in clean clothes,

hair brushed, teeth brushed.

I just realized I forgot to make them brush their teeth yesterday morning.

Ooops?

– — –

Aviean spent the first part of the morning at the office with me.

I put her at my student worker’s desk and let her chill for a bit

while I worked until her dad, my cousin, came to get her from me.

I worked hard all day long, something I will do

for the next four to six weeks

as it is currently “busy season” at my job.

When I get stressed out, I play this song over and over again.

(Warning: if you listen to it, you’ll become addicted to it…)

– — –

I also play some Justin Bieber every once in awhile,

just to spice things up.

Yesterday, my student worker Lizy was there

(oh yes, she is the same Lizy of my college girls)

and her fiancé, Caleb, came to pick her up.

I turned on that Justin Bieber song I wrote about yesterday,

and showed them how the stage routine would work.

They both said it was a good routine that I had created.

Please, as if it is possible to have a bad routine set to Justin Bieber’s music.

– — –

I work on the top floor of an office building

in what I like to think of as the “sweet suite.”

Yesterday, while I was on a phone call, the wiring in my bra came loose

and began poking the fire out of me.

I couldn’t get off the phone call,

so I stepped into the office that adjoins mine

because I knew it was empty and the doors were shut.

I needed to do a little, um, “adjustment”

while staying on the call.

Unfortunately for me, I did not realize

until I had finished my “adjustment”

that directly outside of our windows was a young man

working on a platform raised right up to our third floor windows.

He just smiled and nodded his head.

I just looked horrified and ran back into my office.

– — –

Four things I thought of yesterday that I would enjoy doing in life:

1. learn to play the violin

2. learn to play the cello

3. be a teacher in a low-income public school

4. skip around a room whilst wearing a really pretty wedding dress

– — –

Ryan, the father of three of the five, called me yesterday morning

to report that he was at the ER with a kidney stone.

I said “Well, I’ve heard they hurt worse than childbirth.”

And he said “Dang girl, you aren’t kidding.”

One day I need to introduce you to Ryan.  You will crack up.

Ryan is hardcore.  He has as many tattoos

as I have hot pink velcro rollers.

If you looked at him, you would never guess he has three little girls

that he is raising on his own.

But I’ll tell you that story another day.

– — –

I don’t think I will ever actually learn to play the violin or cello.

I’m not very musical, even though I’d like to be.

(Unless you count my Justin Bieber dance routines.)

I’m not sure I’ll ever be a teacher, either,

though this fall I will take two more master’s classes towards that goal.

(I am not kidding, I am willingly re-enrolling myself in school, it’s going to be awesome.)

As for the wedding dress, it’s kind of hard to say.

If I don’t get married, I’m still going to have some kind of

celebration of singlehood event

that would allow me to wear a wedding dress.

That sounds creepy, now that I think about it.

Let me think about that plan for a bit

and get back to you on that one.