I managed some woefully boring productivity this weekend. I washed my bras, which is most likely my least favorite type of laundry to do. No matter what path I take, I always feel like I'm doing it wrong. And they never fit as well once they've been washed. I dunno. How/how often do you wash your bras? Is there a magical formula that will change my life and make this less heinous? I feel like they're still dingy after hand-washing, but even in those special lingerie bags the washing machine beats them up too much.
My car smells like some sort of rotting vegetable matter, which was enough incentive to finally clean it out. Except it's clean now, and smells just the same, which in a way is more troubling. At least before I could imagine a good explanation buried under discarded sweatshirts and empty bags of chips.
I went to Costco, and ZOMG HAVE NOT BEEN FOREVER. My last job provided us with a Costco membership and (yeah yeah it's only $40) I just haven't managed to get my ass in gear to get my own card. Anyhow, a side effect of never going is that I felt like this was my One Trip in a Lifetime, and I did not manage to leave the building without first significantly raping my checking account.
I'm leaving for Boston, um, Thursday? That does not seem like real life. I keep absent-mindedly forgetting that I'm even going at all, and then Whoops! I'll be there in less than a week!
And hey? East Coast? I hear it's fracking cold over there! It was sort of misty/rainy all weekend, but in a pleasant 55 degrees sort of way. I always find myself woefully unprepared for making these massive climate jumps.
I've also been having increasing anxiety re: flying, which, yeah I know, more likely to die in a car blah blah blah. But you know what THIS taught me? That planes really do fucking suck. I mean if one can honestly be brought down by a goose? We have some problems. The good news is they make drugs for just this sort of adventure, and I shan't be boarding without a Xanax firmly in hand.
Gabriel will ideally be spending the weekend with his father. We have plans to meet on the way to the airport, which is causing some low-grade panic (likely to increase as the week goes on). What if he doesn't show for some reason and I'm halfway to the AIRPORT with our son? In reality, although he tortures me aplenty, he hasn't been a no show for anything in over a year. Also I'm not actually out to make his life as shitty as possible, so I wouldn't really feel like it was fair to leave Gabey at my mom's and have the exchange happen there, in my absence. Besides, I have my poor mother to think of. I dunno. Like I say, the panic is, as of yet, low-grade.