Relatedly, one of the things I've really learned lately is that being a parent is a constant lesson in the idea that my attachment to my own feelings is somewhat irrelevant. By that I mean, it's not particularly useful to express anger or super strong emotions because my 3-year-old does not really care so much. Or it's not useful to dealing with him. That's not to say I don't have boundaries, but it's more like, huh, he's not concerned with the fact that I want to stop the car right now and get out and walk down I-5 for a few miles without him.

Yeah, that is so true with toddlers. With mac, he acts like a typical toddler a lot, but emotionally he is so different. He is actually HUGELY affected by my expressions of anger, he sees them as rejection and confirmation of his badness. So it's really not useful to get all worked up EXCEPT that it is useful to me to express what I am actually feeling. So I just have to do it not with him around. This is why I want a heavy bag. You know, as I continue to listen to my Wayne Dyer and work on not getting so angry anyway

Ya think Jessica? Mac is very excited because he is less than a foot shorter than me now. 55" that kid. Because one of his meds causes weight gain, he went from being in the red zone on the low end of weight for his height to being right in the middle of healthy weight for his height in one year. Truth is, that where he is now weight-wise is a little much for his frame.

Oh, Monday. I forgot my wallet and I didn't bring lunch.

Dylan is about the same height as my Dillo (who will be 4 in a month!). Dillo got the short genes in our family (he runs about 50-60%ile for height, but is on track to be shorter than his (5'11") mother and his (6'6") father. And his sister, probably.)

Oh, Monday. I forgot my wallet and I didn't bring lunch.

I have done this!! Call the DH, get his CC#, then order in from a place that doesn't need to see the card. And don't forget the 3 numbers off the back!!

Signed,
Your Very Ditzy Friend

After you get through "Please doesn't always mean you get what you asked for" comes "Sorry doesn't always fix it." Boy those are good times, that one.

I have nothing to contribute to the parenting conversation. When Seabiscuit whines, he really whines. He never says please, although he does say the sweet puppy head in lap version of thank you. He also lies about whether or not he`s had dinner a lot.
 
But in other news, I just slept through my first full night in three weeks! So I must be on the mend. Hope it happens soon for the SO, too, we are sick of being sick.

Things I have learned today, and it's only 11:00 a.m. here:

They make cat-specific inhalers. Also dog-specific and horse-specific inhalers. But we need the cat-specific one for Max. I only hope we'll be able to use it while he's sprawled on a lap -- he loves sprawling on laps. Also curling up, laying down, sitting.

"Sorry doesn't always fix it."

True, of course, but I'm reminded of my saintly grandmother spitting "Sorry doesn't help!" at me and stalking away, leaving me in tears, because if a sincere apology couldn't mend an angry word or a broken glass, what else could be done? I was left feeling like I was just basically a terrible person, which I'm sure is what she wanted. She blamed a lot of shit on me that wasn't my fault. Like my mom's divorce. I was four, for fuck's sake.

Ah, I love the smell of festering resentment in the morning.

My little boy (who has yet to learn the joys of whining) has been fighting a tummy bug. He had a fever yesterday, though with some children's Panadol he was in good spirits. He did well today until shortly before dinner, when he started crying for no apparent reason. He refused half his dinner and threw up the rest.

He's asleep now. He's woken up crying once, but his discomfort appears to be no match for daddy cuddles. I hope he'll feel better tomorrow, gastric upsets usually don't last too long.