All I know is that I'm exhausted, I'm sick, I'm sick of being sick

Sounds like you need a day off, sweetie. Can you skip choir? If not, can you skip everything else and take a nap when she does later?

I don't know if one night of being up late would throw her off so many days later, but you never know. Kids and sleep are an eternal mystery to me.

Too much baby talk?
Are Bitches lacking hipness?
“Mom” is the new black.

I am spending the hurricane with Marc and the Mary Sue.

She made us all Hurricane Kits that are cute, sleek, compact, and decorated with stickers. To which I went 'Awww' decided that Gwen wasn't too bad. Of course, when she saw I brought my two rabbits with me, she said something along the lines of, "It's so sweet of you to bring livestock so we can have fresh meat without opening the freezer."

I then seriously considered locking her out of the apartment and leaving her to Wilma's chubby wrath, but of course, Marc saw it comming so he locked me in the spare guest room with the bunnies. For my own good. I suppose breaking fast during Ramadan to feast on the flesh of a blond demon would be morally incorrect.

Skipping choir is always an option, but between sickness and scheduling conflicts it's been over a month since I've sung, so I really want to go.

As for the rest, well, part of it depends on whether Dylan is getting enough sleep right now to make up for being even more sleep-deprived last night than I am now. Maybe I can skip a day of editing. I've got 14 chapters to go, so on my current chapter per day schedule I'm on track to finish well before my self-imposed 11/15 deadline. I'm just stubborn and hate to lose my rhythm.

Of course, I'll feel more human once I have breakfast and a shower, both of which I'm holding off on in hopes that Miss Quiet-but-Awake next to me in the playpen will drop off first.

I'm sorry Almare, but I think that's funny. Of course, I joke about roasted, stuffed baby now and again. So, can't go by me.

Timelies. I was hoping to sleep in, but Aidan started kicking his crib. He's playing with a new toy vw sent him... it's very noisy, but it keeps him from attacking me while I finish a cup of coffee, so it's a good trade-off.

edit: obviously not awake. Adding proper sentence structure, or as much as I can see right now.

Wow, we're a slow moving thread.

Timelies everyone!

It's gray and cold here in Illinois. My radiators in the bedroom and bathroom are both running.

I suppose breaking fast during Ramadan to feast on the flesh of a blond demon would be morally incorrect.

I'm no mullah, but I think Allah might just make an exception in this case.

The house across the street, and its contents, are being auctioned today. This street is incredibly busy, and there's no on-street parking. I just went onto the side porch to get the newspaper and realized someone pulled into our driveway and has parked on our lawn.

It's not like we're using the lawn at the moment, what with it being rainy and gray and about 45 degrees, but this still strikes me as incredibly rude.

Go ahead and laugh, you guys. Someone should relish my misery. This is rather like the time she light my coat on fire, because I put it on the table where they were stacking wood for a barbecue.

I really should have known better than this. Still, it's not going to stop me from putting green food coloring in her shampoo. Take that you blond demon thing.

...and I suddenly have the horrible feeling that she's going to post a Most Sincere Apology in bitches right after I post this. And it shall have perfect grammar and she will have found the font that dots her i's with hearts.

It's not like we're using the lawn at the moment, what with it being rainy and gray and about 45 degrees, but this still strikes me as incredibly rude.

It's also illegal, and they may damage your lawn when it is wet. Call the cops.