Let’s not forget pajama pants and slipper-socks

I really do feel like it’s all about the little things, sometimes. Here’s the shit that gets me through the day:

• The girlie shows waiting to be watched on the DVR. My faves: ANTM, ProRun, Grey’s. They are all kinds of deliciousness, like unwrapped presents, and even better is the prospect of watching them all by myself.
• Alone time. A few months ago, after I banned afternoon naps for my two-year-old, it occurred to me that I was spending 24/7 of my time in the company of at least one other human being. For a highly sensitive introvert such as myself, this… *crowding* is the quickest path to a white room with padded walls. So, after a monumental meltdown in which I really, really hoped I wasn’t insulting anyone, J.Lo conceded that I could and should take whatever time I needed each night to hide away in our den, to blog and email and just… be. It’s a lifesaver.
• Thursday nights: J.Lo and I watch Survivor and The Office together, and it truly is the most exciting night all week.
• Eating 3 meals a day together, all 4 of us, now with J.Lo’s new job being so close to home. And when K.Lo and N.Lo make J.Lo smile at the beginning, middle, and end of his day.
• Fall. Because of the cooler air, the apple pie, and the good TV.
• Iced coffee in the morning. We have a big jug of it in the fridge, perfectly creamed and sugared and cold.
• A glass of white wine (or two) at night. Or better, while cooking dinner. I appreciate wines with clever bottle copy, and/or names, such as “Oops,” “Three Blind Moose,” and “Lulu B.”
• K.Lo putting a black and yellow dog toy on her head and saying, “I’m a firefighter! Wooooooooo.”
• Picking N.Lo up out of the crib, when he’s all warm and snuggly, that’s maybe the best feeling ever.
• The Dirty Dancing anniversary soundtrack, which has all the songs, in order.
• Charlie Crews, on the show Life. 
• Reading, reading, reading. I find it almost meditative, the quiet energy I pull from from really plowing through a story.
• The purple and orange lights on our front porch. The moon poised in the background.
• Chocolate. All kinds. Dark especially, and I’ve been on a Twix kick.
• The existence of a new cupcake shop downtown. That’s it, just its existence is enough for me.
• My Doc Martens shoes. I heart them.
• When my jeans fit.
• And, as much as I hate to admit it, exercise. Or more specifically, just having finished exercise.
• That goes for finishing writing exercises (for writers’ group), too.