Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
(speaking of which, I can't remember the last time Emily posted -- has middle school succeeded in eating her from her bottom?)
I just talked to her a little while ago, actually. She's on break and leaving for vacation tomorrow morning.
More {{{{JZ}}}}
I can't remember the last time Emily posted
Just yesterday I was going through my bookmarks and saw an Emily post from long ago, and wondered the same thing.
xposty, of course.
Aw, Lee, thanks... tomorrow may or may not be all booked up. I'll know in a few minutes.
Now I'm crying at everyone's kindness, which is much better and more comforting than crying to try to drown out the baby screams.
{{JZ}} You're normal. I don't know why we ever have more than one. It's not forgetting the pain of delivery, at least for me. It's forgetting the pain of infancy.
Even if the baby cries for the whole time you're gone, if you get the chance to hand her off and walk away for 20 minutes, you should take it. I'm sorry no one's available right now. If you can't stand it anymore, my pediatrician told me it's perfectly acceptable to put them in the bed and walk away, as long as you know they're fed, dry and warm.
eta: my slowness is directly attributable to my screaming meemies, and they don't even have the excuse of infancy.
Hec just came back home. Poor guy, he's about to have her handed off to him, and she'll make him pay as soon as she realizes I'm gone and I've taken The Tits with me.
It's especially acceptable to put them down and walk away if you feel like there is any possibility that you will throw them out the window. One of Betsy's had colic and I recall her being especially helpful during the very bad infant crying times, and she said something like the above.
Also unless you are very hard-core about not drinking I would suggest a half glass of wine.
ETA: the gap between my first post and this one was occupied by rocking a crying baby. Who went back to sleep, yay team!
{{{JZ}}} Next time, sweetie, CALL. Okay? One of us will swoop in, no problem. If you need Deb & me to swoop tonight, we can.
It's especially acceptable to put them down and walk away if you feel like there is any possibility that you will throw them out the window.
I came closer to that today than I ever have before. There's still a vast, vast gulf between the feeling and the actual possibility, but it felt like I was holding my shit together with spit and cheap-ass generic dental floss.
Hec just handed me a vodka tonic and is now making me a poppyseed bagel tuna melt.
eta: juliana, the immediate crisis is fading in the presence of tasty alcohol and melting cheese, but you may get pinged for swoopage another day (you, too, Lee! And any other localista foolish enough to volunteer for same!). And you're welcome to swoop anytime anyhow, just 'cause it can be hard to get out of the house and we are greedy for your company.
JZ, just let me know if I can help whenever.
If you want to feel better, do not do what I've just done and read the Dear Santa letters in livejournal. I thought they would be goofy and make me laugh. But really? It's rough out there, y'all.Honestly, strip away the red and green and icons and they remind me of reading letters from jail.(Not content so much, but people in lock-up are not used to getting a chance to tell their stories so they have years of saved-up stuff to say with nobody to tell it to...not usually a problem for me, you'll notice.) But the millions of sad stories in the naked city, uh, planet is not something a Wire fiend needs reminding of, exactly. Sigh.