Today I bought some cleaning supplies, ate a bag of gas station pickles, drove 100 miles, and let myself into an empty apartment where I wiped down a toilet and some sinks (and a bathtub) before vacuuming and sweeping and wet-jetting the floors (and dusting baseboards). I then took Meredith and her very favorite person out for lunch before driving home in stupid heavy rain.
And I did all of this while dressed like Kurt Cobain.
Still “the cool mom”.
I want it to be chilly enough here (NJ) to be able to wear rust-colored sweaters in November. It used to be.