Oh, two other missives from here: I bought two large styrofoam planes. They've had a workout.

Sunday night, we went to an old school drive-thru. Double features and all. Screen set in a swamp. Dirt lot,lawn chairs, illegal booze, teenagers necking in the back seat in the back rows, train track behind the projection booth, the whole bit. Of course a train came through at the climax of both films (missable films, one that pissed me off, but whatever. Drive-thru! In a swamp! ) Was sorta fun, even if I could've done without the Simpsons and that damned latest Adam Sandler film. Uhg. But I played with T through most of that. He was much less offensive, even with baby puke.

It's supposed to be 102 here today. Again. This is not something that should come with an "again"!

Same here and I wholeheartedly agree. It was muggy when I took the dogs out at 5:00 am. That's just wrong. And our air quality has been lousy, too.

ita, my best to you. I'm glad you are able to come here to vent or whatever, if only because it got you fuzzy socks last night (I'm just caught up.)

I cannot even get on the mta service advisory page to get updates on service. awesome.

mac is out of the house at least, thank you grandma! - Over anhour to get him dressed today. For everyone's info - I am a mean and rude person, not his real mom, a bad mom, and in general really really bad.

ita, so sorry for your hellish time of it. I wish we had a reserve of support money somewhere and a good chunk of folk could take some unpaid time off of work committments, just to free up that space and stress.

Oh msbelle, I am so sorry you had to hear all of that this morning. You are not mean and rude, you are his real mom, a great mom, and really, really good. IMHO.

How do these kids know so young just what to say that hurts the most sometimes?

I swear to God, Ricardo Montalban is doing a voice on "Dora the Explorer" right now.

I shall have to employ the POWER OF THE INTERNETS to verify.

Ah, msbelle, your morning sounds sort of like my evening last night. The going to bed routine was shaken up by a poke to my eye and an attempted slap to my head.

ita, you're a hell of a lot more coherent in pain and on drugs than I could ever be. With you here and ranting, I'm reassured. I worry about you more when you're absent.

Holy Stormpocalypse, NYCers! I'll take our armpit weather any day over tornados.

We're outta here before it gets to hot to leave the house.

I wish we had a reserve of support money somewhere and a good chunk of folk could take some unpaid time off of work committments, just to free up that space and stress.

Oh, so much this. I have to remind myself that no matter the strength of the urge, I can't just magically appear an ocean away and help, I don't know, mop a wet floor or hold a baby or help with a kid or make a place more guests-worthy. But I really do wish I could.

I am a mean and rude person, not his real mom, a bad mom, and in general really really bad.

No, you're not! But he's really checking out his boundaries at every possible place, isn't he? Wow. Poor you guys. I hope the rest of the day is nicer to all of you.

Cashmere, that goes to you, as well, of course.

Thanks, Nilly. At least I have a spare eye and mine hasn't learned my emotional buttons yet--just the physical ones.

Yep. It's Ricardo Montalban.

"I have done far worse than kill you, Dora...I've hurt you. And I wish to go on hurting you. I shall leave you as you left me, as you left Boots: marooned for all eternity in the center of a dead planet, buried alive. Buried alive."

"KHHHAAAAAANNNNNN!!!" "KHHHHAAAAAAANNNN!!!" "BAAAACCKKPPAAAACCKKK!!!"