wash hair, shave armpits

Adam is home today. FOR AN ENTIRE 24 HOURS! You know what that means? That means I can do whatever I want (within reason, of course). So, he asks me what I want to do today and I answer, "wash hair, shave armpits".

WOW

These are my goals and aspirations? These are my dreams? These are the things I have been waiting for 3 long days to do? What has happened to me?
I remember a time when I used to answer with something amazing like, "ride my bike to park city" or "swim 3 miles" or "go running for a couple of hours". I was always training for some race, always working on some goal. Where exactly does "wash hair, shave armpits" fit in? I might need to work on that. Although, some of you may recall a time when washing my hair and shaving would have made my mother cry with joy, probably my boyfriend too. Hehehehe. But, here I sit with wet hair and I must admit; damn it feels good!

Have you ever met someone that seems to fall for every gimmick and scheme? I have long prided myself for not being one of them, and I have long teased Adam for his gullable ways. I must admit that I fell victim to the greatest scheme of all... Kmart advertising. I went there to buy some twin xtra long bedding (for the fire station) and found myself putting just about everything under 5$ from every single end display into my shopping cart. What on earth was I thinking? About halfway through my shopping spree of idiotic items like mini mouthwashes and fancy lint brushes I ended up stashing most of the items back on the shelf (the wrong shelf I might add, sorry Kmart). But I did end up with one impulse item in my cart. I purchased a body wash that read, "energizing mint explosion". Who wouldn't buy that? Come on! I must admit that I put so much faith into that bottle of soap that todays shower was a great big let down. I looked at the bottle with disgust as I realized that I was just as tired and worn out as before, only now slightly dryer and filmier (cheap soap). I looked around my shower and noticed pink spots everywhere (remains of the semi permanent hair color fading away) and little false eyelashes (remains of the other idiotic impulse item I fell for last week) and suddenly thought of larry the cable guy jokes and found myself giggling and laughing at myself. (side note: hair color is amazing and I can't believe I have come this far in my life without knowing that. I love semi permanent hair color!)

It seems like everyone wants what they don't have. Sam always wants to go outside and butch always wants to come inside. But the second I give them what they so desperately want they are begging for the comfort of their routine. I can relate. The other day I was away from tristan for almost 8 hours. That is a first. And I had an anxiety attack. I was seeing and hearing babies everywhere. I had to come home early just to smell his sweet little sleeping head full of hair.

Today I think I needed to have a minute to just be Lynsie, not mommy, not wifers, not sisser, just Lynsie. So maybe "wash hair, shave armpits" was enough.

Next week, IRONMAN!