My company had our big annual meeting in New Orleans the year before Katrina. Last year? Montreal. This year, the Editors of Doom were in Chicago. Check your infrastructure, Chicagoistas!

ita, I've had several episodes of awakening and not knowing where I am, where I live, or at what point in my life I currently am. I have to wait a few moments for my brain to hit reset or something. FWIW, it's not just you.

A couple nights ago I had a whole dream about trying to look up my old boyfriend Max via the internet -- I was remembering all these details about him, like what bands he liked, et cetera. Except that I never had an old boyfriend named Max, nor as best I can recall was I compositing real people and celebrities together.

Maybe I was just getting a random dream from somebody else's life.

Dear hormones, you win. Love, Jess.

Aw. That's got to be hard.

Except that I never had an old boyfriend named Max, nor as best I can recall was I compositing real people and celebrities together.

So random!

I'm spending the weekend preparing to go back to work on Monday, which so far has meant a fair amount of sobbing while I hold D and think things like "This is the last 2:37 pm on a Friday we'll have together!" Dear hormones, you win. Love, Jess.

Ooof. Jessica, that's rough.

And may I add, Max, whoever he was, was pretty neat. Too bad I never met him....

I'm sorry, Jessica. Who is keeping DZ when you go back?

PS: Dear Hormones, She can take the occasional Friday off and have MANY MORE 2:37 pm moments with him.

In other baby news, The Dillo has been crying since he got up at 8. I have no idea why. I gave him tylenol 20 minutes ago, hoping it's more molars coming in. Poor him; poor me (I need to clean the house, since my inlaws are coming this afternoon!)

Timelies all!

This afternoon G goes to renew his passport.(There's some sort of special passport thing going on with some of the local post offices) Beyond that, I have no idea.

Somehow a simple walk just turned into a $350 trip to the vet. Arrrgh.

(Oh, to be clear, nothing bad happened. We just were headed that direction and I remembered that shots were coming due.)

Who is keeping DZ when you go back?

MTW next week we have various family members coming into town to babysit, and then Ethan will be home for most of September, and then he goes into daycare.

As soon as the laundry's done, we're taking a trip to the local baby consignment store to trade in the two carriers I don't use for some fall/winter clothes in case there's another early cold spell, and also see if they have any exersaucers or extra hanging toys for his stroller/gymmini.

Poor Dillo. Teething is hard!

JZ and Matilda (looking super pretty in a tiny black satin dress) are off to brunch with meara. I get the evening socialization with Teppy & Boy tonight.

I'm up because I had a weird not-nightmare.

I had weird dreams last night and they were all shrift's fault!

Why the fuck would I even need to dream about members of Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance?! Huh? Because I looked at her stupid picspacm, that's why.

Bonus dream weirdness: they were hanging out with an un-animated version of the sea captain (from the Frying Dutchman) on The Simpsons.