yeah...not as good as being done, but better than I would have done.

That's good in my book, GC.

I have fingernails! Ok they are very short and uneven but long enough to scratch an itch or pull out a thumbtack. Not very impressive, I know, but if you'd seen my fingers a few weeks ago you'd be very proud of me.

Emotions suck sometimes, no?

This is why I try not to have them.

So I just looked in the mirror for the first time since my hair had a chance to get completely dry. And realized that I forgot to rinse the conditioner out.

Anyone who would like to use this as an opportunity to say, "Well no matter what else I screw up, at least _I_ can shower correctly," and feel better about yourself is welcome to it.

Someone ought to get some good out this.

I have fingernails! Ok they are very short and uneven but long enough to scratch an itch or pull out a thumbtack. Not very impressive, I know, but if you'd seen my fingers a few weeks ago you'd be very proud of me.

Congrats, Laga. I, too, bite my nails pretty much to the middle of the nail bed. It's sort of gross to look at. Every once in a while, I manage to give them a break and grow them out.

You should treat yourself to a manicure!

She said it was fine as long as AB has dry shoes to put on after recess, but I still feel like Terrible, Thoughtless, Irresponsible Mother.

Everyone makes mistakes! It's easy to forget about boots when you're concerned about everything above the feet.

WS - don't feel so bad, I spent about 10 minutes yesterday trying to figure out where the hell I'd put my glasses only to realize that I was wearing them at the time.

Not on my head, but actually wearing them and looking through them.

I blame it on the fact the lights were off and it was dim.

Susan, I saw those boots at Target today and was so tempted to get Liv a pair! I resisted. She got some pink snow boots instead. I'll wait until Spring to get her a pair of rain boots.

When they see him in his gear you can mouth "I'm trying to gay him up!" to them.

Tell them that you're hoping he'll be neater if you gayify him with pink. (One of my gay friends has been known to say mournfully, "All the guys I meet are neat and like show tunes." He is the world champion of mess and the show tunes? Not so much.)

Today I went to the dentist and then bought poinsettas, a rosemary plant and some decorations from my local nursery, which has declared Chapter 11 because of the drought. I'm trying to think of things to buy there, because without them, I'll be at the mercy of a couple of high-priced nurseries and the big-box stores. Then I had an appointment at the frightening pink place for mastectomy and lymphedema supplies. Why would I ever wear a t-shirt with a pink ribbon and the word "Survivor" on it in pink rhinestones? Why am I in particular need of the world's sappiest plaques and angels? And, while I'm ranting, does it seem psychologically sound for the mastectomy and nursing supplies to be in the same department? Then I went to Costco and Christmas shopped. I got no work done and I would like to never leave my house again.

eta: You're not bad mothers. Really. I have been to the dentist twice a year all my life. I brush. I floss. I get glowing reviews of my homecare from the dentist. My baby teeth were full of cavities and my mouth today is a sea of gold inlays. I made the terrible genetic error of inheriting my mother's teeth. Susan, you did what a good mother would do: you brought dry shoes. It is not necessary to be perfectly prepared for every occasion.