No I haven't been engulfed in a massive wildfire brought about with the extreme heat wave that we've been getting. It would be a hellofaway to die, imagine all the front covers...but no.

And no, we aren't having a heatwave, it just feels like it, especially with the trickles of sweat down my neck.

Mother's Day came and went.
Very glad it went.
I am Scrooge.
I dislike Holidays and the shopping mayhem it creates.

True wanted to desperately get me a present. We spent the whole day (Saturday) from shopping center to shopping center. With Kid in tow. I saw many nice things, but the thought of making a line, taking off my clothes and trying stuff on, or prying that last summer dress from the hands of the old lady buying it for her daughter in law, was not appealing.

On our last stop, I was cranky, True was upset and Miss C was crying. I begged him to set me free from this obligatory Mother's Day hellfest.

"But, I want to get you a present. What are you going to say when people ask you what I got you, and it turn out I got you nothing?"

He was mad,I was hysterical and Miss C was screaming in the middle of Baker's, while I had a black platform sandal in my hand:

"I'm soooooo sorrrry mooooooom....I'm sooooorrry".

The sales clerks, laughed, "awwed" and thought that I was the meanest mommy on the block.

"You wanna get me something? Get me home"

I grabbed the kid by the arm and went home.
I happily got online and purchased 4 pairs of shoes, courtesy of True.

We spent sunday at Vader's with the heat and Vader itching to get us out by 5pm since she was going dancing.

I let it slide, since she did write me very long note stating all the wonderful qualities I had as a mom and how proud she was of my braveness.

I will have that coated in 24k gold and framed on her door, so she can remind herself, everytime she is about to say how crappy a mom I am.

*****

On the work front, I have decided not to rush into anything. I am making enough money to cover my bare necessities and won't have any bill collector's at my door and I am actually *gasp* enjoying my time home with Miss C.

I have gone to several interviews, got two job offers and declined them all.
I actually signed onto one job, but I later evaluated the offer and decided that working for a man who didn't believe in the 4th of July and refered to Miss C as an "it" (As in "how old is it?") wasn't an option.

So I'm home by 1pm, 'dinner' is at 5pm and clothes and bedsheets are fresh and crisp with the smell of sunshine.

I also have the whole DVD collection of Sex and the City, so I'm brushing up on my fashion.

It's all good folks.
It's all good.

Now if I can only get the Yankees on a winning streak.