Most days look identical to the one before it. I get up early. I take care of kids. I cook. I wash clothes. Occasionally I clean. I bus people to and fro. We watch boring tv and then we go to bed far too late. We wake up tired and annoyed every morning. And the day begins again... Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Kind of like the instructions on the shampoo bottle (Thank God they are there when I have a blonde moment and can't remember what to do with this smelly stuff sticking out of my head.)

Last night my cousin invited me to come watch his band play in Durham. They didn't go on until after 10 P.M. (post meridiem, as in 'who is going to help me with these kids Sunday morning?') The set lasted until 1 A.M. (way past bedtime, as in 'who is going to let me sleep in the back seat and drive me home? I wish I were rich.') I didn't drink a speck, figuring that they'd find me snuggled up in front of a speaker blasting out 250,000 jigawatts of pure band noise if I did have a beer or two. It would be embarrassing for my cousin, so I just didn't do it.

So, my friend Ayda (Turkish-American, also unemployed, very sweet) and I went to watch the guys www.rightonband.com play. If you are jonesing for a 70s funk-party-show-cover band, these are your guys. They were so great. It was a huge party and almost every butt was out of the seat dancing THE WHOLE TIME. I still can't believe that. The kool-aid must have been good at that party... I'm not much for dancing. D, husband, advises that my butt should absolutely find a seat. Depending on my mood and my liquid intake, I take his advise into consideration.

Anyway, I had never seen my cousin Tommy, the guitarist for the band, play. We grew up a few hours from each other and both sets of parents were divorced when we were younger. So, unfortunately, I never got to see him play. I'm definitely crashing the next party he has in this area. You should, too! Just don't tell them I sent you.

Baby T spent his first evening with K's regular babysitter last night. D is a part time comedian (that's another story) and had to work last night. I think things went pretty well, but I probably should have showed her how to heat a bottle with the bottle warmer before I left. She called me a few times. Like a perfectly obnoxious mom out on her first late night girls' night in umpteen years, I was a little annoyed with all the calls. I just assumed that everyone knew how to work a bottle warmer, how much water to put in it, how to get it in there, etc. Ha! Okay, that may have been expecting too much. At least I did leave some digits for her. I need to fill out one of those Emergency Forms. Real Simple had a good one. Let me see if I can find it.

Here's one: http://www.realsimple.com/realsimple/web/pdf/family/rsf-phoneresource.pdf

Here's the other: http://www.realsimple.com/realsimple/web/pdf/family/rsf-typicalday.pdf

These are pretty good, but you might find better.

Anyway, I had fun. If the photo is good, I'll put it in here. Stay tuned.