The Dinner Angels
& The Total Waste French Mani
Hi Babies. I was inspired by
& to write a diary style entry. My daughter is on vacation for a WHOLE WEEK with her dad and I thought it would be fun to chronologue my time as a single mom off duty “realty tv style” AKA my journal… comment if it’s entertaining comment if its awful. It was fun to write and I ‘m gonna keep dispatching I think to pass the time!Thursday, June 26th, 7:15am. “The Dinner Angels:”
I wake up in my bed with my five year old daughter next to me. “I’m a baby unicorn.” she says. We snuggle. I put on Dora The Explorer and go make coffee.
I take Boomie (short for Teddy Boom Boom) my dog out on the porch to go pee. He sniffs the air. It’s significantly cooler than yesterday. Like it’s 69 and yesterday was 102.
OOF yesterday.
I had gotten tickets to a “dress to impress” garden party in the city and invited my ex husband. Our daughter refused to let us leave her with the babysitter. So we went out for tapas, “dressed to impress”. We are very boundaried even though we are getting along atm. He never once said I looked good. But two girls sitting on a stoop after getting cocktails flagged me over and told me they liked my dress. They ended up suggesting the tapas spot. I told them they were our dinner angles.
My daughter comes charging into the kitchen and puts on a Taylor swift record. We shake it off in our pajamas.
She’s a better dancer than me.
Friday June 27th 7:55am, “The Total Waste French Mani”
Yesterday I went to drop my daughter off with her father for their vacation and he invite me out to breakfast. My avocado toast had some artichoke spread in it. He paid. He also bought my dinner.
“All the food I ate today was bought by my ex husband.” I tell my best friend on the phone that night.
After breakfast and before I drove my ex husband to the Honda dealership to pick up his new car I slipped away to get my nails done.
I get french.
But something about the french is throwing me off and so I keep looking at my hands weird when my ex husband gets in the car.
“Does my manicure look weird?” I ask him. “Because I naturally have such long nail beds that I think they actually painted the nail beds to look shorter?”
“Do you want the brutal truth?” He says.
“Yes.”
“99.9% of guys don’t notice nails. It’s a total waste of money.”
Hmm, I think before explaining.
He picks up his new car. We get dinner. I lend him my carseat and I kiss babygirl all over her face and wish her a happy vacation.
He hugs me. I tell her to take good care of Dada. She gazes off. He laughs and shuts the door.
I drive home playing Morgan Wallen and baby, I cruise.
Love
LOVE THIS!