Wow - where did everyone go?

Ghost thread.....

*tumbleweed*

*tumbleweed*

I'm here, kinda.

I've been all busy with the day-offage. Lunch with dad successfully lunched, shelving stuff bought and mostly installed, closet door somewhat mended from where the bottom hinge pulled away from the rotted-out wood of the doorframe while I was trying to hang a shelf on the inside of the door, Slings & Arrows taped in its 6-episode entirety, groceries gotten and put away, and goddaughter's birthday present purchased. Now all I have to do is call her mom (who, oddly, is also my goddaughter) and RSVP, cobble together something salady for Hec, and work on the neverending skirt project.

In honor of the day off, I did refrain from showering and getting dressed until 9:30, but otherwise I think I kinda blew it.

I just gave my 12-year-old permission to try baking sugar cookies. I am insane. (I'm not at home.)

No you're not. You are empowerment mom. Even if the cookies are a mess and a failure, kid will learn. If not? Wooo! Fresh cookies!

I want my kitty to stop being sick.

We've been working on the house all day. Or, rather, my father and husband have been working on the house all day, while I entertain my mother (she's like a hyper toddler at times) and baby wrangle.

My parents, being rock stars, are giving us a hot water heater for Christmas, you see. Our house, being what it is, decided that one of the pipes needed to spring a leak to compensate for the shiny newness of the other part of the system. @@

Now I go make food.

Juliana, you will be better than ever.

Stephanie, one thing to try while she's recovering is to cut out all non-breastmilk food sources, if you haven't already. We had some dipes with a little blood, and stopping solids for a week cleared it up.

Huge Meteorite Found Underground in Kansas

I wonder if it's near a town called Smallville?

hi everybody. went to a party., was fun.. Now home.. Not as fun. maybe durnk? people there said so. but walked howm OK>

Donwanna. Want cuddly blanket and nap.

KRISTIN FOR GOVERNOR!!

Sleeping infants are the best. I think it comes under the "all baby animals are cute" thing.

Baby mole rats! They're very cute, especially when getting hauled from one place to another in the oversized teeth of one of the adults.

It's her fear of statistics manifesting itself. However, it should be noted that a fear of statistics is a perfectly normal stage of growth.

I fear no statistics. I'm in the 1.27% of the population destined to rule the world, in all probability.

I don't know how I"m gonna do this, guys. I really don't know. Z's out talking with his mom and then hanging with a friend, and I'm at home and making mac'n'cheese just turned into a 20-minute sobbing fit, because... well, just because. And now I'm sitting here bawling as I type. It's just so very fucking hard, and I know it will get better, but it ain't right now and it's just so hard.....

Juliana, I'm so sorry. Just from my own experience, moving where the people you can lean on are is totally the right move.

Why am I still happy to see him when he comes home at night? Why? That hurts even more.

Oh dear, I remember that. It's ok, you're a human being. Things don't switch on and off so easily.

A friend came over and we watched a bit of Real Genius together until she told me I had to go to bed.

Hee. I got to Europe thanks to that movie.

Someone please tell me this will all be okay, please?

It will be.

Also, what beth said last night, which is also something Hec has said before -- ten minutes at a time. If you can't make it through the day, break it down into bits small enough that you can cope. If it's just ten minutes, that's fine. Get through this ten minutes, and then another ten, and another. You're strong enough for that. And everyone is here, thinking of you, every second.

This is good advice. Also remember to be good to yourself. Go easy on yourself, don't expect too much.

Wow - where did everyone go?

Costco. It was an exciting family outing, and we now own vast quantities of paper towels, baby wipes, pasta, and assorted frozen things to hurriedly throw together for meals as we're readjusting to being a two-worker bee household. (I don't say two-career because this job is not my career, dammit. I am a WRITER, and I've been working very hard at my profession for the past 18 months....I'm just not getting paid for it yet. Dammit.)