May. 4, 2008 at 11:15pm

All's well...

(is it?)

had a corrective emotional experience kind of day, all around, with deific entities Ensie and Frinklin stepping in to watch the kid as I stepped out, running through an amazingly bright, floral-colorful, warm neighborhood to a freshened-up Wright Park, and back.  The sweat was as good as feeling the support of good friends; then kid and I washed the car at the Sprague brushless car wash  (I swear it's the best clean!!)  --and then I had the inenviable situation thrust on me, do I back out of UPS Circus?  Or back out of long-time-ago-friend playdate, last minute "yeah, we can" confirmation (coming 3 hours after the invitation)?

Playdate, it was, and the girlies played happily while I mowed my yard, squelching through stealth piles of poop in my faux Crocs, sweating and muscling through bag changes and swearing; then I pulled more weeds than I thought I would have, and then cleaned and vacuumed interiors of cars.  Hungry kids were fed, floors were swept, man called,  parents came for pickup, kids bathed off moon-mud cornstarch dust off bodies, kid went home, My kid became sad.  She wrote her dad a letter "I miss you.  I haven't bin so well without you."  She double framed the word "tumy" and ended the letter there, crying on my lap that she forgot what daddy looked like.

I tried not to cry as I pulled up a picture on my laptop.

She cried more.

We read the first two chapters in last book of the Spiderwick Chronicles, she fell asleep peacefully.

Good day?  I still think so.