- Up at 7 with MJ.
- Watched, with her, while DWP repaired streetlight. Danced a victory dance.
- Put in a load of laundry.
- Emptied garbage in bathrooms.
- Woke Mike.
- Family breakfast — sort of.
- Drove to Silverlake with MJ.
- Stopped at Grow Kid Grow to sell a bag of used kids’ clothes. Realized I’d forgotten bag at home.
- Took MJ to gym class. The gigantic bouncy house was up. Myra-Jean — who has been in it many times before — decided that she was terrified of it. Refused to stay in gymnasium.
- Had snacks with other moms and kids after class. Worried about daughter’s phobic nature.
- Went to Trader Joe’s. Did huge shop.
- Got halfway home. Realized I’d forgotten to buy coffee. Will have to go back tomorrow.
- Put MJ down for nap.
- Put away groceries. Got hit on foot by falling box of butter. Wondered if toe was broken.
- Made tuna sandwich. Realized I’d bought salmon for dinner. Worried about mercury. Ate sandwich anyway.
- Swept living room. Mina is a fiendish shedding machine. I could stuff a pillow with her hair. Fantasized, for millionth time, about non-shedding Labradoodle we will get when Mina is no more. Then felt like a jerk.
- Put in load of laundry. Folded load of laundry. Put clothes away.
- Swept kitchen and dining room. Finally picked up pumpkin seed that’s been under table for two weeks.
- Printed twenty-five page tax “organizer” sent months ago by accountant. Looked at first page. Had panic attack.
- Wrote one thank you note.
- Went and got MJ when she woke.
- Drove with her to Green Bean to sell the bag of clothes I forgot to sell at other store this morning.
- Went to library to kill time while clothes got priced.
- Library was closed. Caesar Chavez day.
- Consoled MJ over library disappointment. Cursed Caesar Chavez. Then felt like a big jerk. Who does that?
- Brought MJ to Peekaboo Playland as consolation. Watched her jump in bouncy house. Tried to undertsand why she wasn’t scared now.
- Went back to Green Bean. Thirty-one bucks credit! I am rich.
- Attempted to shop.
- Left in frustration after MJ strewed dress shoes about store.
- Made tortellini for MJ’s dinner. She wouldn’t eat it.
- Gave her a bath.
- Got her ready for bed. Consoled her when she told me she was scared “of night.” Reminded her of fixed streetlight.
- Sang her a song, tucked her in, said good night.
- Started to eat her tortellini.
- Got called back in. MJ had pooped. Changed diaper.
- Sang her a song, tucked her in, said good night.
- Ate rest of tortellini.
- Amazingly, another poop. In process of changing this one I dropped it on the floor.
- Cleaned floor in dark while simultaneously reassuring MJ that “poop is good! Mommy’s just tired.”
- Sang a song, tucked her in, said good night.
- Washed dishes.
- Cleaned stovetop.
- Switched laundry. Folded load.
- Cleaned toaster. Read warning label on bottom. Contemplated mortality. Realized I, too, am scared of night.
- Watched episode of “Modern Family.”
- Brought out trash bins.
- Listened to silence of street light. Beautiful.
To Done 3/26
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