I'm doing database stuff and omg there is a town in Illinois called "Hometown."

Daisy! When are you coming out here again??

As soon as I can figure out when Jon and I can get there. We talked about it not too long ago. I'll have to bring it up again next week. I talk about it all the time. In fact after Diablo Cody won her award, we were talking about "Candy Girl"-the book she wrote about stripping, and I told Jon "You know where I got that book?" Without even looking up and as if it were the answer to everything, he said, "San Francisco."

Yemen still makes me laugh, even when it shouldn't.

"When we get to Yemen, can I stay with you?"

It was because of this episode that JZ would yell "Pivot! Pi-VOTT!" at Matilda when she was switching breasts for breastfeeding.

It was because of this episode that JZ would yell "Pivot! Pi-VOTT!" at Matilda when she was switching breasts for breastfeeding.

BWAH!

Can I waste the rest of the day looking at lolcats?

It was because of this episode that JZ would yell "Pivot! Pi-VOTT!" at Matilda when she was switching breasts for breastfeeding.

Snerk.

there is a town in Illinois called "Hometown."

Seriously, IL has all the weird-ass town names. Or at least weird pronunciations. (signed, still boggled at San JOES. And AY-thens. And KAY-ro.)

It's my understanding that, once a person has kids, you don't always get to do what you want with your weekend.

I know. I know. I said I was probably being a Bad Mommy. But I'm good at other aspects of motherhood, I really am. I'm patient. I'm affectionate. I explain things well and I try to make the reading of bedtime stories into an art form. I just suck at the enforced sociability with other parents aspect of it, and also at knowing and doing what's expected for pageants and parties and things, and holidays keep creeping up on me like this.

And...it's just too much in one weekend. I could deal with all this stuff if it was spread out so I only had to deal with strangers and my own social awkwardness once or twice per weekend, but I feel like I'll barely ever be home for this one. I'm just So. Damn. Tired. I'm trying so hard to keep everything together and it feels like everything is coming apart at the seams and I just want a little time to REST.

I am eating lemon tart for Pi Day.

Susan, FWIW, you won't seem like an bad, uninvolved mom if you don't go to the brunch and Easter egg hunt. If your DH has volunteered to take her himself, let them go and don't worry about what other people think. You have other things you can get done while they go and enjoy themselves.

Christopher and I trade on stuff like this all the time. It's why tag-team parenting is often less stressful.

Liv is eating a whole apple and has decided to share by biting off small bits and giving them to me. Part gross, part adorable. Totally kid.

HAHAHAHAHA - data recovery quote from the place I emailed - $1295.00 HAHAHAHAHAHA

WTF? Is that a competitive rate?

I am hoping not.

The main reason I am ever up for trying to meet other parents is for playdates. Playdates = occupied kid or alone time. None of my friends have kids mac's age.