Tomorrow I will see him.
>> Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Why?
Because he's mine and we'll be together again.
Today was a Monday. A Mexican Monday.
I woke up in a great mood - however, I realized yet again that the my personality is very dependent on the weather. For some reason it was overcast today, and dark...and well, I was also overcast and dark.
However, my mood shifted thanks to the little ray of light personified as my niece, Chloe. (I write about her on Two Pretzels in my ChloMo's). She's pretty great.
Chlo and I had a date tonight.
First, we went to Mega to pick up our current favorite cereals for breakfast. Me: honey nut cherrios, her Cocoa krispies. We also picked up a new coloring book and some new colored pencils for her so that she could be busy during my 8 p.m. pilates class.
So, we went to the 8 p.m. pilates class and it turned out to be a "private" lesson. (nice)
Best part of the evening: Chloe and I went to McDonald's and hung out. We sat at a "high table," shared french fries (ew) and a McFlurry (oreo) and played "war" with Christmas playing cards, then Go Fish.
We had a great time.
We discussed what she wanted to be when she grew up (the president or a teacher. She also said she'd be the president of the U.S., not Mexico...) and we also discussed important topics such as vacationing, whether or not I believed if her cousins would be on Santa's "naughty or nice list" and how I felt about Kwanza. (??? Apparently she likes Kwanzaa because she likes dridels. I think she's confused.)
Anway - it was a great night and I enjoyed every second of it.
It's these little moments that clearly convince me that I want to be a Mom.
Kids are gifts.
The woman who cleans our office has an interesting way of "vacuuming" the office carpet.
She sprays cleaner all over it (huh?) and then proceeds to sweep it.
With a broom.
Uh-huh.
Another one of those, "Only in Mexico" moments...
I know you don't want to hear the "countdown" everyday - but I must do it.
THREE more days, ya'll.
(I'm southern now.)
Get this, in four days - I'm going home to see my husband.
I cannot believe we're almost there. I cannot BELIEVE it.
Work...is going to be so hard this week. So hard.