people who block the aisles...
Why must they glare at me as if I have been rude as I navigate around them? The entire aisle has their personal name on it? One of these days, I think I'll treat myself to an outburst and ram someone's shopping cart, full speed ahead.
I thought it was raining hard 5 minutes ago, and now we've got a lashing downpour drumming on the roof and smacking against the windows. Water is splashing up out of the birdbath in gouts. The Universe has handed me an excuse not to deal with my yardwork today.
I have a really bad case of Winter Fatigue, too. I'm sick of it. Really sick of it. I want to be able to take the babies out in the sunshine, dammit.
It's more difficult when you have babies. I have no excuse, except that I've become a baby, apparently, as I get hella cranky, any time I'm out in the cold for mere minutes.
I'm well. The babies and Christopher are, too. Owen has started singing.
Is Olivia giving you any more sleep? I was lurking either here or in LJ, and saw you'd been having a really tough time. I can't remember why I didn't post, but suspect I read your post way after the fact.
He now sings the theme song to the Wonderpets (new tv show) and the Good Bye Song from Bear in the Big Blue House.
Hee!
My kid talks now and it's entirely freaking me out.
It is so bizarre how it just happens so fast, once they make up their minds about it. I'll tell you, reading happens in pretty much the same way. They flirt with it for a long time, and then BANG!
Is Olivia giving you any more sleep? I was lurking either here or in LJ, and saw you'd been having a really tough time.
She's doing ok, considering she's just over six weeks. Owen didn't really sleep well until 10-12 weeks. It's just been harder because I have to stay up all day with Owen (who is trying really hard to give up his nap). She mostly sleeps at night, but it's still only in 3 hour blocks. Her big sleeping takes place during the day.
I've got Owen going to the sitter twice a week now until Olivia starts sleeping better.
It is so bizarre how it just happens so fast, once they make up their minds about it. I'll tell you, reading happens in pretty much the same way. They flirt with it for a long time, and then BANG!
It really is bizarre. Kids are weird.
Kids are weird. Or possibly our culture is weird that we don't anticipate the weirdness better.
Happy birthday, Mal.
Thanks for the job-ma. It's gotten to this - I'm going to get pushed before I have time to jump. Sucks, but there it is. I don't think I'll get anything happy in the severence either, except cashing out my 25 vacation days.
Not sure of the timing, but soon. (It's like a suspense movie, without the entertainment value.)
Oh, David, that really sucks. I am so sorry. I hope you are able to find something soon.
Aw, hell, Hec. I'm sorry.
Oh David, that really sucks. 'Ma to you.
Sorry to hear that Hec.
Here's hoping that Matt's interview goes very well, leads to something wonderful, and is just the beginning of a new era of good jobs for Buffistas with bad jobs.
Aw, David, I'm very sorry. I hope you find a new and non-soul-killing job ASAP.
