The roof is officially off of our house. I'm trying to remain calm. Trying to maintain our normal routine. Normal, except roofless. Normal, except that there are 6 guys pounding nails above my tiny girl's bedroom while she pretends to nap. Normal, except that we're out of Diet Coke and it's impossible to remain alert after 3 PM without a slow drip of Diet Coke.
I called Nate this afternoon to tell him I was taking the girl for a drive to try and give her a chance to nap without the soothing sounds of hard work and commands in Spanish. He suggested visiting a friend. My closest friends are the ones without kids.
Making friends as a mommy has made junior high look easy. I am as pimply and unsure as they come and my jeans are all wrong. I miss the ease that comes with plenty of time to listen. You can tell a mommy friend all about your labor, your boobs, your pregnancy weight gain all in the first five minutes, but knowing what she loves besides her family can be a tricky.
Loving Claire is the biggest thing I do right now, but I was a teacher once. I also love thai food. I took a bunch of years of dancing lessons and tap was my favorite. Oh, and my house is currently missing a roof. What about you?