No Wire Hangers

Summer has me in its grip once more. Time seems to either stand stand still or jump forward and I'm not sure if we're busy or bored. A little of both, I suspect.

Between the swimming lessons, soccer games, and library club, we're busy. But there's a lot of downtime in the spaces between commitments, and it's starting to wear. The Ladies are snapping at each other, I'm snapping at The Ladies, and when they aren't trying to drive each other insane, they're plotting against me. Frankly, I'm feeling a lot less like I'm living in an episode of Gilmore Girls right now, and more like I'm trapped in a scene out of Mommy Dearest. I'm just not sure which of us is playing the Joan Crawford role.

Operation Cute Blockbuster Guy hasn't seen any movement, either. Finding time away from The Ladies to turn up for that casually staged cup of coffee is a stealth mission worthy of the CIA and the Navy Seals. Both of whom may need to be called in if I'm to ever take my social life to the next level.

Le sigh.

Comments

Such a shame about the Blockbuster Guy. Maybe he's being coy? Would a more direct approach help?