Random Wednesday Morning Thoughts

* Why is it that the one day that you don't shower and your hair is as greasy as the fry station at McDonald's and your clothes are horrible and your younger child is still in his footless pajamas even though it's probably too chilly outside for that but that's OK because you're not even getting out of the car.... Why is it that on that morning your older child's school closes down the carpool line 10 minutes early so that you have to parade your white trash momma butt and upcountry shoeless pajama-clad baby through the school?

* Sometimes, when I'm driving around town, particularly leaving James Island on the Connector, looking over at the city, I can't believe that Poppa isn't somewhere out there doing the same thing - driving through this city that he loved, this city that helped make him the man we all loved, this city that was so reflected in his speech and mannerisms and temperament. Sometimes when I see an old man in a car, memories of Poppa come rushing back to me and I'm overwhelmed that he is gone. I find that odd - that I only achingly miss him when I'm in traffic, and not at home, in the quiet, reflective times I would expect to grieve over his loss.

* I need to start making lists. I think I will be much more productive if I do. All the time, I think of things I need to do, but then, during naps when I have the time, I am often at a loss as to what I should accomplish during those precious few hours.