{{{Allyson}}}

ION, shoot me now. Just before I left for the airport to get DH, I noticed a voicemail on my cell phone. It was our property manager. They're showing the house (which, some of you may recall, is for sale) tomorrow.

The house is about as neat as you'd expect a house of not-neat people to be, when one of those people was just away for a long weekend and the other was slacking all weekend because of the temporary single parenthood thing.

I hated having to meet DH at baggage claim and announce that we had to clean the house tonight. Right now I'm on a 15-minute break before going back to work for another 45 minutes. I'm hoping on that schedule we can get the house presentable by midnight. I've already taken care of Annabel's room, the basement (which is mostly storage and didn't take much work), and half the big living area on the first floor. DH is working on the master bedroom.

Sigh. At our old place, our landlord NEVER showed up. Maybe from now on we'll keep the place cleaner so as not to be caught out like this, but still. This sucks.

Back to work...

And...a slight reprieve! The property manager just called back and said the potential buyer is mainly inspecting for structural integrity, so he'll try to shunt him away from coming inside our unit (we're in a duplex with a near-identical unit on the other side). In any case, they're not really focusing on aesthetics.

We're going to keep cleaning now that we've started just in case the buyer insists upon coming in, but not freak so much over it. I have to say, I like the newly decluttered look...

I'm sorry to hear so many of the people I love have been having crap-ass weekends. We had a lovely weekend, very full of toddler socializing (playdate & dinner one day, party the next, playdate with lunch and a walk in the hills today).

Instead of grading today I came home and baked cookies. Huge surprise, huh?

I currently have almost no hair. Which would have been fine if that's what I'd meant to do, but it was a mistake.

Last night you were in my dream, and you had a whole lot of hair. Much longer hair than I've ever seen on you. You were trying to figure out what to do with it now that it had grown out.

You were trying to figure out what to do with it now that it had grown out.

Those are my panic dreams. As much as this stubble is a mistake, at least I've been here before, on purpose, as an adult. Hand to god I have dreams where suddenly there is hair that can be manipulated and ohgodohgodohgod how do I make it look presentable?

I currently have almost no hair.

I saw your picture on LJ. (made my day)

Which would have been fine if that's what I'd meant to do, but it was a mistake.

Sorry. Actually I like your picture in your icon looking over the glasses with the little wispy bangs.

Hand to god I have dreams where suddenly there is hair that can be manipulated and ohgodohgodohgod how do I make it look presentable?

You were definitely a bit annoyed at all the hair. I can't really remember much else about the dream. I think I suggested wee braids.

I think the real question is why am I having ita's anxiety dreams all of a sudden?

why am I having ita's anxiety dreams all of a sudden?

I hate to wish them on anyone, but I'm definitely glad if it means I'm having fewer.

Hec, I knew you'd get a smile out of it.

Hec, I knew you'd get a smile out of it.

More like a quick intake of breath.

The video is up. [link]

Yep. Still a fuck of a speech.

Gah. Notice tomorrow. Can't sleep nerves will eat me.

go Daisy Jane!

How is it possible that the first email I opened this morning was the most annoying piece of passive aggression that I've received in a week? er, ok, a couple of days. (including the 3-day weekend). Why, at least, did this need to be the first email I saw? I think this day should for all intents and purposes be called Monday. And that Passive Aggressive Person should work on her issues without me.