Nothing like waking up to your daughter freaking out right by your bed, holding out some long-forgotten sippy-cup, yelling that there’s still something inside while simultaneously popping the lid off and making whatever nasty thing was left inside god knows when splash all over the sheets. Then she screams some more, gags (loudly) a couple of times, and goes back to the kitchen to play on the computer.
You check out your iPhone to find someone asking you a question that makes no sense. Like you should know what the hell they’re talking about. And when you, half-asleep and still recovering from the previous incident go, “What?”, they get all condescending and ridicule you. Oh well, I think I’ll live.
Grudgingly, you come to terms with the fact that it’s time to get up. On your way out from the bathroom you stop to look at yourself in the mirror (will my hairdo hold for another day?) and almost have a heart attack when you see the big-ass mess on your nose. Really? I’m almost forty and still get zits. I never learned to restrain myself so of course I pick them all into oblivion, thus the huge and brownish scab today from my work last night.
However, I’m positive, I know for sure, it’s in the stars, that today is going to be a great day: kids, movies, friends and a swimming pool. How could it not?
- Attention Basque (Bizkaian) immigrants: the University of Deusto in Bilbao wants to hear from you
- In Idaho, Two Basque Stories, as featured in The New York Times