I got up this afternoon (usual for me) had my coffee and breakfast which I made for myself then showered, put on makeup, and dressed in something other than pajamas.  Then the biggest miracle occurred, I got in my car and left the house.  While it’s true that I didn’t go anywhere spectacular, I went to the post office and Wal-Mart, I got up and went.  My poor little car whined like it had arthritis too and was pissed that I was making it move. 

My non-vag. daughter called today to ask when I thought I would be up to seeing The Precious.  I told her I was getting there.  Maybe tomorrow, maybe Sunday I would have enough juice in my battery to keep up (sorta) with a two year old.  I didn’t do full out shopping.  I picked up few enough things that I could check out in the express lane.  It took longer than usual for me to complete the task, but part of that was just the joy of seeing other human beings and walking among the living.  It’s really sad when you get excited about going to Wal-Mart.  The Precious loves it.  The Precious thinks that anytime anyone is going anywhere it’s Wal-Mart.  Today  I was visiting with our next door neighbors who have two little girls.  The youngest is the same age as The Precious and the older child is four.  They came bouncing out of the house excited to see their Daddy because it was date night.  I thought they were excited about going on a date with their daddy.  In truth, date night is a Friday night once a month when the daycare they attend opens for three hours in the evening for $4.00 an hour.  The date is for mommy and daddy.  Their mom said they get really excited because they get to play with other children at night.  She said the only other place they really get to go is to dance class once a week.  I told her I understood.  The Precious apparently thinks the only place he gets to go is to school and Wal-Mart.  Then I had to correct myself because I was on the phone with him last night and he told me he had to go.  Of course I asked where, expecting to hear Wal-Mart, when I was told, “I’m going hunting.”  I asked him if he had a gun and he said, “I gotta bow.”  I told my neighbor that at least her daughters were learning the arts.  I felt The Precious’ chances might be somewhat limited what with going only to Wal-Mart and hunting.  Not all chicks dig men who think going to Wal-Mart qualifies as a date.  There dad said that he actually took them on a date night not too long ago.  He took them to Red Lobster.  He said about half way into the meal he noticed people staring at him.  I told him they probably thought he was a single dad who had his kids for the weekend.  He said he didn’t think so.  He said there might have been some of that, but mostly it was men looking at him as if to say, “dude, now my wife is going to expect me to take the kids out alone.”

Anyway, I know that I am euphoric at the idea of being able to leave the house because the people at Wal-Mart didn’t even annoy me.  I even had a pleasant cashier…with all her teeth.  She commented that she liked my glasses (I was wearing pink rhinestone readers at the time) and said, “have a great weekend” when I left.  No one had placed a shopping cart in my parking place or behind my car.  No one had parked so close to my car that I wished I had left the top down so I could get in.  Everything was good.  The stars were all aligned and the moon was in the seventh house and Jupiter aligned with Mars…..you know.

I’m sure that in no time people will annoy me and I will be back to my bitchy best, but for now you will have to deal with this totally ridiculous person I have become in my “delicate situation.”  It won’t last long.  People have a real way of pissing on my parade.