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Best quote to describe me (Anonymous): "Do not think you are on the right road, simply because it is a well-beaten path." I am what I am. Learn to live with it. And realize that comment is as much directed to myself as any reader who ventures here. Tempest arrived 31 March 2009 - changing everything, but she's pretty awesome. Dogbert arrived 13 January 2012 and is working on making the rules change again. I have two writing personas, Ransom Noble and Sheta Storm. Each has goals, and I work on them slowly. Both are published, and will continue to strive toward bigger and better things. I finally figured out how to describe myself in three words: Creative, Determined, Ambitious. It doesn't have anything to do with how I relate to others, but I do use all of those in my many relationships as well as my career goals. I know others use words sometimes like "kind" or "caring" but I think that list is the most accurate if only using three words. Cast... Sesheta: Me Dilbert: My Husband Tempest: My Darling Daughter Dogbert: My Hungry Son Sheer, Nemo, EyeKandy(K), Diego: Friends/Brothers Sugar, Wolvenwings, Mrs. Light, Jori, Trillium (others will be added): Friends It's a start, anyway. Off-Site Blogs: http://ransomnoble.wordpress.com/ http://sheta-storm.blogspot.com/ Upcoming Events: Beaverdale Books signing for Art of Science - TBD Other Items about Me: "Invalid Item"  "Invalid Item" "Failing is a part of success. To make goals effective, you have to fail at them 50 percent of the time, or they didn't stretch you far enough." Chip Wilson, courtesy of an article by Ella Lawrence called Set Your Course from Yoga Journal |
Dilbert is an ENTJ.  WTF? and his T and F are tied. I had to look it up, but *I* am ENFJ. This is insane. Otherwise, Dilbert, Dogbert, and I are sick to varying degrees and we pulled off the move, day 1 today. And I managed my 750 despite the mostly lack of wifi today. |
| I would have rather it struck out. So I'm back in my pattern of eating now and hoping I sleep in a bit. I've been awake since 2, when Dogbert finally drifted off not attached to my breast. Crap... that might be him. Please, go back to sleep, dude. Dilbert went to DSM last night. He'll be there until Tuesday. Kinda nice to get a break from him and the anxiety that follows moving. And he's not going back to sleep. DANGIT. *** Nearly 4 hours later *** Still exhausted *** I banished the hunger with yogurt and two hot dogs. Helps to nurse the kid and just let my eyes close. My mind was still turning too fast. I was figuring out personal references for my Y application, hoping that I didn't sound too much like a harpy when I chatted with my friend last night, and worrying about stuff Dilbert said. I know. I don't need that. But it's still with me. Dilbert called me irresponsible when I thought I lost the iPad. Turns out it was in the apartment, but I thought it was at the house. He seriously thought I left it on top of the car (it was raining, and I don't put valuable stuff on top of the car EVER) and drove off without it. *sighs* Friday passed still trying to get quotes and get things scheduled. It's not very efficient, but I'm also packing and Dilbert is still anxious. I also prepped for painting. You'd think he'd be excited I managed to get so much done, like I had both kids and prepped the master bedroom, but he was all up at arms that I did things in the wrong order. Well, oops for one, but secondly, at least i was there. Saturday Sheer volunteered to help again - and he's so much help. I need to find good ways to repay him. He painted while I carted Tempest and Dogbert to a birthday party. [And hiked up a few flights of stairs hauling both of them.] He's going to recruit Dilbert to help him paint their nursery for BabySheer. The gray has been banished from the house - replaced by Pale Powder (a brown with a hint of orange) and Violet Sweet (bright lavender). The lavender is one wall of Tempest's room where the rest is blue. And the brown I picked out of a wall and it looks awesome. Dilbert didn't have much to say, he let me pick the colors, but he has commented on how great they look now. Sunday we moved a lot more stuff over to the house. There isn't much left here, but Dilbert's still worried about getting done on time. I'm trying very hard not to internalize his anxiety. It hasn't been easy. I did kinda blow him off when he's like 'there's only two more days!' and I'm thinking 'yeah, no way we won't be done and ready for the movers.' He asked last night if I'd run all the dishes through the dishwasher at the house. Uhm, NO. When he left to go work so he could take Friday off, I met my friend with the daughter a year younger than Tempest. We played at the park, then I showed them the house, then we had dinner, then we chatted at the apartment. She is wonderful to talk to and we have a lot in common. So I've done one load through the dishwasher and not the ones at the apartment, either. But Tempest got to run around. That was fun! She's going to be disappointed when we fill that basement room with furniture, but it can't be helped. Dilbert talked about maybe making a playroom in the space under the stairs for Tempest and Dogbert. It's a possibility, but I thought he was maybe gonna brew beer under there. We'll see how that goes. Still time to discuss it. Tempest is talking a little better. When I was putting her to bed, she protested she was 'awake'. It was a little early, but she's been so tired, I wanted her to sleep. So we all kinda slept in this morning, besides my insomnia. At the birthday party, we had a bunch of the gymnastics girls together. And I started wondering out loud to one of them when Tempest and a few other girls would get promoted to the non-parent-tot class. The guy in charge said she was close about three months ago, but since the split two months ago we've heard nothing. And it's true the parent-tot class gets a lot less attention since there are eight of us with one teacher. Though the three year olds without the parents need more, it's hard to keep going on the scale knowing when we'll be promoted. Some of them will be seeking other options possibly, and I might as well by fall. Which I didn't expect. I'm mostly happy there and Tempest has friends. But I do get worn out by dragging Tempest with Dogbert on my back (or front). And I do think by fall she should be up there, even if she doesn't quite walk backwards on the beam without help. She's close. So are the other girls. And they're most of a class by themselves. And I don't like seeing new kids about that age jumping directly into the non-parent group when the rest of us are waiting. |
| And I'm moving soon. It's been a lot to handle. My list: Get quotes for plumbing: Found 2. One Wed afternoon and the other this morning. One in hand, the other still waiting to get emailed. Will need to follow up on that so we can make a decision this evening. The one this morning was in two parts because they held HVAC and plumbing to be separate and sent two guys. I was worried at first, but then the second guy was late and arrived before we left the house. The Floor: the current carpet in the living room is awful, so quoted to get the carpet removed and laminate (cherry amber) to replace it. Turns out we'll need a lot of reducers because it's going to be lower than the tile that adjoins it for most of the surface of two sides of the room. Blah. Assemble pool table: Took me forever, but I think I found a good guy for this. Also two quotes, one woman finally got back to me today and not sure if I should follow up on that. I have one high quote, one nice quote, and I'm kinda sick of being on the phone. Join YMCA: Have application to teach yoga, need to print it out and hand it in. Also have membership for the summer information from my friend. Nice of her to help me out so much. No activation fee, adult group fitness is included and get better prices on swim lessons for the kids. Either way, it might be good to get out there just to manage my endorphin levels and do a bunch of group fitness. Child care would be included! Got the mail forwarded starting next week. Also got the water hooked up yesterday. And from Dilbert's note I ended up asking about sewer, though he'd set that up already.  Another phone call on a long list. I'm sure it was about 20 to manage those. Only one for YMCA and none for the mail. No wonder I'm just SICK of it all. Plus that didn't count internet searching for pool table people, and a couple emails, and I am trying to get some of that together for Angie's List. Tomorrow Dogbert is 20 weeks old. I'm missing the infant seat because he falls asleep but wakes when I have to move him. Tempest is obsessed with Shrek, but it's not too bad. Managing. Went out with Doc and Sheer last night, and Tempest split her lip open falling down the stairs. Luckily it wasn't bad, but I also was glad I could ask the doctor to look at it. |
| And I feel helpless to figure out what to do about it. It was about two weeks ago - starting about the time of the literary escapism, which has included Naamah's Blessing, Hunger Games, Catching Fire, Mockingjay, The Handmaid's Tale, and Shadow of the Hegemon - and now into Trio of Sorcery. I have stalled in almost all areas of productivity. I had excitement about the move, but that has dissipated in the face of delays and other things that must be done. I am lethargic, cathartic, unmotivated. It's very unlike me, and I'm having issues pinpointing the reasons. And then it dawned on me that it's the chemicals switching in my brain. This is the part of bipolar that I cannot control. I can control what I do, but I cannot fight the chemicals in my brain. I can control what I think. I can control how I react. But I can't get on top of this without help. And it started before that last visit with therapist. She wasn't helping, either, because no matter what she said I always sensed an undercurrent of not believing in my diagnosis. So better that she isn't the one I'd be hoping to turn to right now. On top of everything that's making me feel so blah - I lost my cell phone yesterday. It's either at Lowe's or Qdoba, and that is not a good sign. And I couldn't tell Dilbert. I am afraid he's going to yell at me. I just can't take it right now. I know it's a stupid, irresponsible thing to do and that the only thing telling him will accomplish is a lecture. Don't tell me it should have been clipped to my pants in the holder you made me get, because I wore yoga pants with no pockets and it's a bitch to thread that thin material in the clip and it feels odd. So I put it in the diaper bag. And all I can tell you is it isn't there now. I can't afford it, but if I don't find it today, I'll go buy myself another one. Can't handle conflict either right now. |
| and it hurt. First time was Thursday after I finally got an appt to get my back/neck aligned by the DO. I've been having headaches and I couldn't wait any longer - I have an appt on 4 June that I'll also be keeping. Maybe it'll help me get back in good working order. Tempest didn't want to let go of the toy, and she dug her nails into my neck, then pulled my hair. I saw her face, like she considered the options to make me hurt. I took the toy from her hand, put it down, then hauled her out by carrying her - and picked up Dogbert in his infant seat on the way out the door. Last night she hit me in the face. It wasn't that hard, but again, she was meaning to hit and cause harm after I'd been telling her to be nice to Dogbert, get out of the swing, give me the remote for the air purifier. Sometimes the 'no's seem endless. I'm sure to her more than me. Closed on the house yesterday and she was fairly well behaved. Dogbert wanted to nap but had trouble. And they recognized he was too big for his infant seat, and I said we'd e changing them out that evening. He also got mistaken for a one year old that evening when we went out to dinner. Poor kid. Dilbert wasn't on board. Making a huge deal before finally helping settle the car seats in there. I mean, he wouldn't let me buy one because there's one coming out of storage, but we need another one anyway. *shrug* I just want them to be safe. And they did fit once Dilbert actually tried. One of his comments was 'yeah, you were gonna do this yourself?' Yeah, I was. Because he doesn't seem to get that Dogbert is over an inch longer than the max on the seat. Plus he's very near the upper weight limit. Not to mention the expiration was before Tempest was born. I'm ready to get rid of them, even though I know there is a slight convenience factor that will be lost. But Dogbert is huge - he needs to be in the convertible back-facing seat. Because another of Dilbert's ideas was that since he's 20 lbs, he can face forward. *shakes head* Anyway, he did arrange the seats. Complaining the whole time. And when he was done, we went out to eat, and he's like 'how are you going to get them in and out?" I just think, duh, the way I do now. Half the time I drag Dogbert out in the sling because I don't want the extra weight of the infant seat. Or I know I'm going to be doing something with Tempest and I don't want the extra thing to carry. Or I'm hoping he'll fall asleep but I can't leave him alone in the carseat, so it doesn't matter. It would be much more convenient if he could sit up on his own, but he's not there yet. It doesn't change that he NEEDS to be in a different carseat. And has for probably the last three weeks. I waited until this far, but then I found out he grew another freakin' inch this week. I didn't want to wait longer for the stuff from storage. Dilbert also said he has to wait to get the stuff from storage until he can be there. Uhm... ok. I mean, yes, it'd be hell for me to do it with two kids running around, though I probably could get help. And then we could schedule things closer for the other mover even if it wasn't two days in a row. But I'm not sure he ever considered that option. He's too busy at work, end of story. But I'm often feeling like a nonperson - just sign here. Just be here to make sure you can sign so we can do that. Everyone at closing wanted us to be more excited about the house, but it's hard to generate excitement when we thought we'd move in yesterday completely, and it got delayed two weeks. I'm tired, and I hurt, especially through the shoulders. The doc said I'd be sore yesterday, but the kid-wrangling probably didn't help me any. And I get to do it more because I won't be able to just throw Dogbert in the infant seat and keep him out of the way while I chase Tempest. *sigh* It still had to be done. |
| Just when I had pretty much finished. ARGH! For some reason it brings up that quote about god laughing about the plans of men. I blame the credit union loan officer. See, Brandiwynš¶  ? I know the important things and started with establishing blame. The credit union itself may also share some of the credit for setting us up for trouble. 1. She asked questions right before she left on vacation and took 10 days to follow up. 2. Question asked where we lived, and they had all of it tangled up with our old home. So we listed address as our old home, and then as our apartment once we'd sold it. 3. Instead of clarifying anything, they just let it sit, then would get back to it later when we asked how it was going. Then would rephrase questions after letting it sit for days upon days. Gee, thanks. This is NOT giving me confidence about switching to your financial institution. We finally got all the stuff in to her. And not just us, but also our realtor bothered her about closing. So... instead of our original date we wanted, 18 May, or the day we'd planned for 23 May, or even the extra day we gave it to still make it work without too much trouble 24 May - we're closing 25 May. And with rescheduling both movers, we're stuck with 6 and 7 JUNE.   I'm sure I could find it in my heart to be happy and forgiving if they'd give us another quarter percent off the mortgage. In other news, I'm buying necessities - like groceries and diapers - and thinking of things to keep the kids occupied and out of the boxes. I've been awake since 230 this morning and i hate insomnia. I also finished A Handmaid's Tale. Getting into trouble with my crowdtap stuff. I need one more person to finish a bunch of webshares and i have three open party opportunities that require me to do something. Blah. And I was really counting on having a HOUSE for all that. |
| Just the odds and ends. Everything we don't absolutely need for the next two days. There isn't a whole lot left to do. Dilbert is anxious and about to raise hell at the credit union. Someone screwed up - there's no reason our closing should be pushed off from the supposed-to date of tomorrow. We were hoping for the 18th... that came and went. Thursday wouldn't ruin the world, as in we could probably work around the movers as scheduled. But after that... Not good. Watched Dilbert check his credit score last night. Funny that his hits are that 1, we don't have a mortgage and 2, there have been too many inquiries. Uh, we're trying to get a mortgage!! I still find it amusing. And we don't have revolving credit open that long - which strikes me as odd. How long are you supposed to have that open? Credit is such an intangible thing. Side note: my credit score is as high as Dilbert's. Guess that's what I get for letting him handle the finances, huh? Also learned yesterday that scores range from 501 to 990. Does anyone really have a 990? Dogbert had his 4 month appointment. He's doing very well. Little cradle cap that we're going to try baby oil on. Officially 18lb 13oz in just his diaper. He's also over 27 inches long. (27.25 i think). DANG. Little guy keeps growing. He's too long for the 9 month stuff mostly now. Figures, he's 18 weeks and is making a habit of growing out of everything in 6 weeks. Very consistent. He's out of his carseat, too, but the dang thing is in storage. Really hope we close on time. He's also scooting on back and tummy and rolling pretty well. Tempest has pretty much grown out of her 2T stuff, so it will be a good time to sort her clothes and see what, if anything, she needs. She had a dentist appt yesterday, too, and she did well letting the dentist see and count her teeth. They weren't too worried about actually cleaning them, but to give her a good experience and check her out. I think I like them. They gave her a pink toothbrush I was hoping to use in the house since she just got a new bert and ernie one two weeks ago. [That's what happens when you clean the sink with your toothbrush - mama throws it away.] And since she just got a new one, I want to wait a bit! I also got my thyroid checked at doctor. Busy morning yesterday, huh?? I also bought a couple groceries. We went to the park in the afternoon with two friends. Feels good to get out there. We kicked around the soccer ball in several different groups. Tempest calls it a 'kick-it ball' which I find amusing. Today's list: plugs for sleep number bed packing go to bank gymnastics break up with therapist confirm cleaners and mom's coming this afternoon so Dogbert doesn't go to gymnastics with Tempest and me. Whee! Doesn't seem so bad, huh? I also finished an article yesterday. And my 750 is at day 315 or so. |
| Remember when I used to blog every day? And every week for at least Noble? Gone, all gone. Derailed by who knows what. Possibilities include moving, an anxious Dilbert who is out of sorts, and an unsympathetic therapist - among others I might not be able to think about right now. I think half my problem with the therapist (besides the statements like the one she made last time I was there) is that she doesn't really think I'm bipolar. It's one of the reasons today is so hectic. 9:00 Dogbert's 4 month well-child 9:30 My appt to check thyroid (because therapist brought it up that it might be a thyroid issue instead of bipolar - and kept talking about that even after I explained I had an appt set up) 11:00 Tempest's dentist appt And Dilbert wanted to know why I made dentist appts before we moved instead of in a month or two. Because I wanted to get it out of the way, and they were open. Scheduling a month out just gets silly. And it's not like he didn't go into overdrive between Friday night and Saturday morning to get almost everything packed. And we did absolutely nothing yesterday. Not even shower or baths for kids. [Side note: this is not a good idea. Dilbert yelled at Tempest most of the day because she wouldn't sit down and be quiet. SHE IS THREE. She has energy and that is normal. He even kept yelling at her when she was mostly quiet. Now I really wish I'd made him get some anti-anxiety drug a month ago, but it didn't seem that bad then. Stupid me.]So he reminds me this morning I need to do some laundry for him. Why not yesterday? At least I got a nap. Tempest is waking before 6 (and again this morning, it was more like 530) and I barely slept Sat night. Which meant as soon as Dilbert got up I went back to bed and crashed for probably an hour and a half. I also have to go to the post office (because I haven't for this specific envelope in months, but he buried it and just kept asking at random times but never handed it to me plus a couple return to sender things that were also buried) and to the store (masking tape, bread, nutella). Don't forget the rest of the packing. And of things he doesn't realize I need to do today - playdate for Tempest at the park if the weather holds and calling the cleaning service. Think they can get in here next Tuesday and I want to confirm. Because they can do the final cleaning job then and I won't have to do it. But I'll be all over them to get it nice. Dilbert made a huge fuss about Tempest eating a waffle last night. She had a bite, but she wanted to grab the big piece of waffle with her fork. When I tried to get her to go for the smaller pieces, she had enough and refused the rest of it. [The large piece was about 2/3 the waffle with peanut butter and syrup generously spread on top - huge mess if she managed to pick it up with her fork] However, then he took away the iPad until she took another bite. Which she didn't. He expected me to continue that fight today despite my busy schedule. I left it on the table and would have said it was out too long for her to eat it, but I suspect he ate it later in the evening. I did not want to continue that fight. 7:17 am. Need to bathe and dress two children and I can be out the door. Need more breakfast. (Might have to buy it.) Still haven't come to terms with the therapist thinking I'm not bipolar and then not wanting to help me. Maybe she wants to help me, but I can't focus on the right parts to have her be helpful. Will ask Doc Sheer for suggestions, perhaps. I think even the act of her questioning me about that nearly every appointment (it's been 5 or 6 appointments) undermines my confidence. It's been nagging at me for some time now. She's not overtly critical but she is not the therapist for me. I feel better making that decision - so it must be the right one, huh? |
| While I saw her again, I'm not happy about it. The therapist, that is. I am also wondering if she's ever been home with her kids. Because that might change her view. Not that I think everyone should stay home with their kids. Probably I shouldn't even be home with them all day, but I am working on that. Part-time yoga would help me. Time to get my writing out there would help me. But I'm always on a race against time. I tried to explain to the therapist why I resent Dilbert sometimes. Maybe it didn't come out right, but here is where I have trouble: I get up when the kid(s) wake up. Let's use current numbers, where Tempest was awake before 6 (Try 5:30). But I can often rely on her to be awake and wanting to be up between 6 and 6:15. So I get up - 7 days a week.I've had to flip to giving morning baths for Tempest and Dogbert. I liked encouraging Dilbert to spend time with Tempest, but since we got here [December he had trouble leaning over for baths because of that awful respiratory infection everyone had] and then it just got to be other things like he was tired or whatever. So rather than just letting her shower with me because there isn't much room- I give her baths in the morning. We don't have to be anywhere too early, so it works. Then I do Dogbert's after Tempest's, because it's just as well to do it all then. Fast-forward though the day, most of the time I get both of them napping in the early afternoon, though it is an even bet at 1 sharp that Dogbert is nursing, which shortens my time to do "my" things. I get Tempest dinner and I am still exclusively nursing Dogbert. Get them both in bed by 9pm, unless Dogbert's crying for some reason. Latest I've had him in bed is 11, which makes for a rough 6am wake-up next day. And I do it again and again. Dilbert wakes up with the precise amount of time needed to get himself to work. Sometimes he still leaves one of his two alarms on when he gets in the shower. This bothers me if, like Thursday, Tempest is not here and I have Dogbert snuggled in bed, quiet, until 7am. It also bugs the crap out of me when (like sometimes last week) it's 5:30 and wakes both kids, hence making me get out of bed. He stays up until 1 am because he wants to. He says it's because he's not tired earlier, but if he wanted to get up earlier, he could go to bed earlier. He doesn't make that effort. So for three hours - because I often go to bed around 10, he is awake and doing whatever the heck he wants with no one to bother him. He has also been known to wake me during my sleep hours - he comes into the bedroom and makes noise, or he comes into the bedroom and forgets to shut the door and the tv wakes me, or he flashes a light at me (handheld flashlight or the bathroom light, at least he's stopped the overhead lights). On weekends or holidays when he doesn't have to work or days when he doesn't feel that good, he sleeps in. Often until 9 or 10 am. So there's another three hours he gets to himself on a fairly regular basis. I know I didn't get all of this out to explain. But her response was, "Maybe that's what he needs to go earn the money." She's making me feel selfish for wanting some time to myself. And that isn't the approximate hour before I follow the kids into bed, because Dilbert has the TV and he has it running. Even though I've been explaining to him for 10 years or more than watching TV isn't quality time. Then I remember that he also hijacks my weekends with the TV 90% of the time, and often he hijacks the naptime with other activities that he just wants done but doesn't ask me about. As if it's more important to just let him do whatever to earn the money. Let's not forget he doesn't earn the money that cleans the house - that's mine. From articles or yoga or gifts for xmas or birthday (but he never gives me cash, so it's not his earnings at all). So I always come from her office not feeling that good. And I'm thinking she's just not the right therapist for me. On the bright side, the dentist said I have "great teeth". First time anyone has told me that. Took more x-rays than I have ever had at once, but that's not too bad. I also read Catching Fire and Mockingjay this week. She knows how to end books to lead you into the next one. Also, a lot of people died. But the end was satisfying. Otherwise, I've been packing. Tempest was with my mother Wed and most of Thurs. It helped me get some things done. Interrupted sleep because of the TV and also because of Dogbert crying, so definitely at a loss for the week. Dilbert seems placated by my progress, though he makes stupid comments like "yeah, that's where you're supposed to stage the boxes" after I'd already started. I have a surfeit of snark on my mind. Maybe i should write something more like Hunger Games so I can kill off a bunch of my annoying head characters. {e:plotting} |
| Not real rain. I like real rain. But all this crap raining down on me that isn't fun or upbeat or in any way improving my lot - that could stop. TB rated my last 10 articles or so, with 5 - 3s, 2 - 4s, and 4 - Ns. I have no idea what an N is. But it bumped me down to a 3 star writer. It doesn't help my already fragile writer ego that has been questioning the sanity of this choice to write. I mean, I'd lose it if I didn't, but somehow I need to get the reminder that my stuff is worth getting out there. Seriously. Then I think I need to pack up the articles and focus on fiction. At least my confidence is a little less fragile, though I wonder about my craft if I can't even put together a 4 star article anymore. And everyone knows how I hate to fail. Dilbert reminded me - after he woke me up between 5 and 530 this morning that I need to start packing. Gee, really? I'd never have guessed. Bad enough he woke me when both kids were sleeping by leaving the freaking lights on, and I stayed up a little late to watch the end of a show with him that we'd started much earlier in the day. Do a nice thing and get rewarded by ... less sleep. At least my migraine from lack of sleep and lack of water had abated. Tried to go back to sleep, Tempest started making noise around 545. Got her to stay in bed until 615. At which point she knocked loudly on her door and asked to come out. *sigh* The kids both melted down when I returned from a class at the library on sign language last night. It took both of us taking turns to get Tempest into bed and relax Dogbert so he could sleep. Plus Dilbert hadn't been feeling well yesterday morning (Monday). So I had to call the cleaning crew and tell them NOT to come at the last minute. And my entire morning was thrown off by Dilbert first doing some work and me trying to keep kids quiet, then him trying to watch TV and me supposed to be paying attention. And don't get me started about Mother's Day. Sure, I got a pretty necklace, but roused out of bed with the aforementioned migraine. Children awake and not quiet and finally got them all where they were supposed to be. Mom had sent a message to my email AND CALLED with the exact same message the night before about how she couldn't go out to eat and go to the zoo - which is fine because i hadn't planned to go to the zoo, I'd gotten science museum tickets. So she came later to just go there. Dilbert made us breakfast and I was reading on the ipad and half paying attention. Mom followed us in her car because we don't really have a car big enough to take someone else outside our family unless we move car seats around. My GPS had a glitch - I said 'drive to address' because i leave out the 'an' to be more clearly heard by the voice control. I enunciate fairly well, but it kept hearing 'drive to opera'. So Dilbert took the opportunity to 1- yell at me that I didn't use the 'an' 2- mess with the thing while i drove to the approximate location of the museum 3-swear that i messed up the electronic device somehow. The museum wasn't awesome, but it was interesting. I also had the thought Mom just didn't want to spend time with me. I mean, she said she was too tired. But was she? She did say she slept in until 7, which isn't like her usual disgustingly cheerful wake-up-at-5 self. Went out Saturday night with friends, which was why I didn't get Mom's call or email. The husbands finally got to meet, it's just been the wives and kids playing and going out. It was nice. Other than dinner Sat night, everything else has been getting to me. I read Hunger Games this weekend. Good book. But my apartment is still a wreck and I'm supposed to do something about that. Trillium visited yesterday afternoon, which was nice to see her. Need to return a bunch of books to the library today, plus pick up things at the store that we need. Also doing laundry and changing sheets (because I was thrown out of groove completely yesterday). Dangit. I suppose I should be saying that at least the kids didn't make me get out of bed before 6. At least Dilbert didn't wake them on his way out the door. But it's hard to bright-side at the moment. Wolvenwings quit her job to go back to school full-time. Trillium got let go from her job, but she's considering a career change as well. Though the way Trillium talks about kids it sounds like she and her boyfriend might be considering it, but I think I know Diego enough that his mind hasn't changed on those. Probably ought to go read through my TB comments now and see if I have any as asinine as Brandiwynš¶ has received recently. |
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