My folks came to stay with us for two weeks, and it was pretty good. We only had one extended argument over bowls, preferences, gifts, and adulthood. It also helped immensely that they were present for our anesthesia vomitfest fiasco with E. I’m not sure whether I’m freaked that I got so immediately comfortable with … More Having said that (by Grabthar’s Hammer, what a summer, part 2).
I get irrationally proud of myself when I accomplish a small task, say, like ferrying cash to the bank and depositing it successfully. Like, in the movie of life, I am not Uncle Billy. I brought money to the bank. It’ll be withdrawn almost immediately to pay for tree treatments* but, still. The money. Is … More Small Successes for This Week
THE WINDOWERS ARE COMING That sounds like a Masterpiece miniseries. But no, I am talking about actual windows. We will soon have new windows in our dining room! We will also have much less money, unless the window salesman decides to do me a solid and pay for them. That attitude is the opposite of … More Clear as Muddy Window Glass
DID YOU HEAR ABOUT BABY STUFF Dear god, Baby E. has been sleeping through the night. I don’t know whether to credit the Keppra, or the change in seasons (getting much warmer here), or the fact that he’s getting older, or what. WHAT, goddamnit? My body is so happy, it’s finding and expending all sorts of … More Three Things Make a Post (of GARBAGE)
As my posts often do, this started out as one thing and quickly became another. But don’t worry, it’s all still very disjointed and pissy. Technologically Technical The WordPress scheduling calendar and I do not function well together. I’ve posted several things recently that I meant to post at later dates, but when I hit the … More Hijacked by the High Cost of Disability!
When I was little I loved Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH, Bernard and Bianca from The Rescuers, The Great Mouse Detective, The Witches, hell, to go way far back, The Mouse Twins and the Scary Night. I was of the firm opinion that mice were great creatures. They ate noodles and cheese! They were loyal and clever and they … More Squeak squeak, you little shit
I made A. the best-ever high-altitude chocolate cake from Hershey/The Runcible Spoon for his birthday recently, and frosted the absolute shit out of it, because that is what you are supposed to do with birthday cakes whether your recipient loves frosting or not. (Big reveal: A. likes frosting just fine, as long as it is homemade. … More Birthday stuff
LIFE LIFE LIFE Baby E is still smiling, so the bad days aren’t that bad. Mostly they’re bad when I don’t get enough sleep — when that happens, it slams home just how easy I can and will fall off the Precipice of Control. Sort of like those articles about how easy it is to … More Good days and bad days
If I had a gardening blog I would have to capitalize on prior successes (not mine) and call it Trellis Wrecks. I will not be posting a picture, it is too embarrassing. Peas are still growing, though! Hurray! And the sunflowers are growing almost frantically. They probably sense the deer danger and are gathering their rosebuds. … More Gardening fail
Welp, the baby is worse. Clearly I’m jinxing myself by noting any positivity. Baby E. spent most of today screaming like a tortured cat. In actual time, I imagine his to-do list went in this order: – wake up – cry – scream – nurse/eat – rip away from nipple and scream – scream while burping/attempted burping – … More I need to stop talking/writing.