Saturday is for sharing

I'm pet sitting at my friend N's house this weekend. There's a stinky little pug - who is not really so little - named Scrappy, a 120 lb Akita/Malamute mix name Ché, and a fluffy fat kitty named Chloe.

N has cable, so I've been flipping around. Watched part of VH1's top ten countdown. Feel old and crochety about the music. Really don't dig the tunes that are popular now. Though there was one by Sara Bareilles that I didn't mind too much. Catchy. But the Train song, and John Mayer tune and the number one video about shooting stars that is rap infused with a monotone female singing the chorus all made me want to slice my ears off.

My head is pounding this morning. I'm feeling kind of anti-social, but I have a friend/family thing to go to this afternoon. I'm not going to back out, because I know getting out will distract my solitary focus and force me to interact. Also, there'll be good food and good friends. The only thing that will suck? The oppressive heat. I just don't like to sweat, which is unfortunate, since my body is extremely efficient at trying to cool itself down.

I'm missing my kids like crazy. Obviously, I'm spending much less time with them since I'm working. I was used to being with them at least 10 hours a day, and now that's drastically reduced. Next week, I start working 10am - 7pm and that'll make me see them even less, I'm afraid. However, the ex is going out of town for several days next week, so I'll be staying at the house with them. I'm excited. I'm also excited and anxious to get some money saved so I can finally get my apartment and we can start the every-other-week co-parenting deal. Craving some sort of normal routine.

Cam will be switching schools. Luke & Claire will start daycare. I'll be switching states. I'll be a lot closer to work, and I'm looking forward to living in a different area. More to explore. More to learn. It'll be good.

Goddammit, that awful John Mayer song is in my head! Get out! Get out!!

Want:
a little makeup bag for my purse, a pur water pitcher, a set of cute coffee mugs, a set of decent wine glasses, an insulated lunch box thingy, a tshirt that says "It's not me, it's you.", more sleeveless tops, shorts, capris, flip flops, brown sandal-type shoes, more jewelry.

Also, want to be clean, so it's time that I shower. Adios.