Tuesday I'm pretty sure I experienced the full range of human emotions.
I started the day to the tune of a much-discussed sex alarm (you know what I'm talking about, right? The alarm you set extra early because you know that's going to happen anyway and you might just as well not be late for work?) (Patrick is convinced I'm weird (and awesome) for always setting that alarm, but I feel like it's just pure logic.) When the real alarm interrupted our snugglefest, he made me coffee while I got dressed.
Then I went to the dentist and had my teeth cleaned for the first time in six years. SIX YEARS. I was terrified. It HURT. (TARTAR BUILD UP MUCH?!?!) But it turns out I get to keep all my teeth! Sure I need eight fillings, but not a single root canal. My fear liquefied immediately into relief.
When I got home Patrick was still there and I made all of us omelets. Bacon and cheese for Cynthia; bacon, feta, sweet pepper, red onion and MAGIC for me and Patrick. We shared a bottle of mimosas and then headed back to bed in the middle of the day for a "nap." You'd think we'd be getting sick of each other by now, but you'd be wrong. I wish I had more writerly words for the safe, connected, cared for way he makes me feel, but I really don't. All I can say is that if you've had it, you know I'm not just being cheesy when I say we both feel "cherished." And if you haven't, I only hope you get to feel it some day.
After much laughter, love and cardiovascular shenanigans, I dragged my ass out of bed with a warmed up cup of stumptown and drove over the bridge to pick up the kids. Who were full of it all the way home. We stopped off for milk and apples at New Seasons and I almost had to strangle them for playing karate chop madness in the deli section. "STOP KICKING YOUR SISTER IN THE FACE" is not really something I ever expected to say in a grocery store.
Then the sun went down on our drive home and that's always bitter sweet in the Pacific North West. Because oh sad, the sun went down! But DOOOD, did you see that?! I'm pretty sure that was the sun!
At home I somehow managed to convince both children to immediately finish their homework before we baked chocolate chip cookies together. Then I made them a few boxes of Annie's mac n cheese while summoning up my most favorite of pasta recipes for Patrick and I. We actually toasted Joel with our Pinot Noir because it was his recipe and I will always remember it with a heart (and belly) full of love. (I let my food blog domain expire, but you can find the recipe HERE if you scroll down a bit...)
Then I got an e-mail from the Silver Fox hitting me up for date, which gave Patrick and I a good chance to talk polyamory (which we haven't had much time for since he got back). That always leaves us feeling more connected.
After dinner, I tucked the kids into their rooms and left them home with Cynthia so Patrick and I could head over to Al's Den to hear some friends play a show. Moorea sings like a goddess (you might remember her from American Idol) and Allie has this one song that makes me sob. The first time I heard them together I was snuggling Genoa on a couch in front of a fireplace at a friend's house. After Genoa passed out (it WAS two AM, so yeah), Allie told me the story behind that song and it was so close to my own, I can't hear it ever again without feeling that loss right along with her. Even in public, apparently. Patrick held me while she and Moorea sang it and he said he felt my body temperature rise at least ten degrees. I guess sadness makes me sweaty.
After the show we got home to find kids playing with a rainbow loom HAPPILY. Like, ZERO DRAMA. I have no idea who those children were, but I tucked them in bed, kissed my boyfriend goodbye and stayed up late to sign up for my first comedy open mic (which was last night - it went well!).
Even WITH the dental work, it was a good day. They seem to just keep getting better and better. No complaints here.