Oh, JZ, what a tough situation. But, I'm just going to point to what everyone else said above.

I am having such a hard time waking up this morning. It may be related to what a difficult time I had going to sleep. It's so unusual for me. But, I have to get going, because I have to go to church in a bit to have me session with the peace-making group. Which, actually, I'm less than thrilled about. But, it's important, so...

Oh! How could I forget?

Happy Birthday, Emeline!

Emeline is three!?! That doesn't seem possible. Happy Birthday, Emeline!

Poor, Emmett. I hung onto my belief in Santa for a long time. I didn't want to give up my belief in magic.

Happy Birthday, Princess Emeline!

Ooof, poor Emmett. That is just so rough.

"It was just nice believing that there was somebody as good as Santa in the world. It was just nice to believe that."

Oof. Again.

Happy Emeline Day, everyone!

Happy Emeline Day!

Despite my grousing and ongoing work drama, I am incredibly proud of where I work today. They're announcing a new Head of School. He is a great fit, and although the place has some extremely odd approaches to things, they are this morning welcoming him, his partner, and their son in a very classy way for a school.

oh, and they didn't pick the guy from the World Bank. that too is a huge relief.

That's cool, Sox!

I dreamt I had to serve work release in jail for some minor infraction last night. Weird.

I can't get to b.org on my phone, can't read text messages and am very bothered by it. I have to take it in and talk to the guy in the store and see what's up.

I bought a long-sleeved, white t-shirt with a silver-studded skull & crossbones on it and I want very much to wear it to DH's company Christmas party on Saturday. But I will defer to the more conventional, cream-colored, cable-knit turtle neck with dress pants. *sigh* When did I become such a fucking wuss?

(They're presently trying to show the story to the other kids, many of whom are busy with lego/building swords out of scrap paper/drawing flowers with sketch pens/other such pursuits)

Goodness. When my kids get free time, they all want to play Tetris. And sneak onto Facebook.

My apocalypse skillset consists mainly of belly dancing. What? It seems to be a survival skill in all the movies!

I never believed in Santa, which provided a good education in "just because you know the truth does not mean it's always a good idea to tell it." It also made for a very uncomfortable church Christmas party one year: "I have a present here for Emily! Where's Emily? Come on up and get your present from Santa!" "No. I don't know who that man is, and I don't want to go up there." But the idea of the finding-out stage always sounds heart-wrenching.

And holy cow, happy birthday Emeline!

I lost my faith in Santa when I was in kindergarten. Santa came to visit us, and the horrible truth was whispered among us - "Santa came in a car!"

Happy Emeline Day! And congrats to mommy and daddy.

Santa exists in Laura's house. We have discussed this before! There will be no dissing of the Santa! The boys in my house know that they dare not speak of the possibility of Santa being anything but real. Santa exists. They will mess with me occasionally to get the Evil Mom Glare. But being fans of finding presents under the tree they always confess their true belief.

{{Emmett & parental units}}