Wasn’t I just peeing and drinking water two minutes ago? Actually, I was just peeing and drinking water two minutes ago–for what could have been the first time all day.
It’s impossible it’s 9:15 p.m.
It’s must be 9:15 a.m.
We were just at music class.
I was just in Costco, over-thinking the purchase of a six-pack of dental floss. Do we need this much dental floss? No. (Put it back on shelf.) But yes, we use dental floss, eventually we’ll run out. I should buy this. (Take back off.) But six? Don’t we get it free from the dentist? (On.) No, we don’t it get it. We get toothbrushes and mini toothpastes. (Off.) This is a lot. (On.) No, we need to floss our teeth. We should floss more. If I buy it, we will floss. (Six pack is purchased and stored in the upstairs hall closet in a ziplock bag with the other six-pack I over-thought and bought last time. F*ck. I’m a hoarder.)
I just ran into Starbucks, and I mean ran like a marathoner crossing the finish line gasping for not water but a grande dark roast.
We were just at Yo Gabba Gabba Live. We were just dancing to Biz Markie. I was just bouncing you on my hip, Baby Boy, telling you Biz Markie was my JAM.
I just unpacked the car.
I just finished the laundry I started yesterday morning (I had to rewash those towels left in the washer because they smelled, dammit).
I just showered.
I just drank water.
I just peed.
I think that was the first time I sat down, not counting driving, all day.
And so it goes, some days are long and you are in it; you are entrenched and your grip on the day is tight.
Others, there you go, zooming by flailing your arms like a Sasquatch going down hill on roller skates. Aaargh…