Andi, yeah, that growing up thing kind of sucks too sometimes. If I didn't know that, the parenting would probably be easier.

The little monkey bunny's been screaming that he hates school every morning lately, so a day off seemed like a good idea. His teacher was okay with it, but surprised. She said he's been just fine at school and seems very happy. We discussed redirection and putting him in pullups over night because he's wetting the bed more, which means less sleep for just about everyone. And I thought maybe they were pushing him harder to mainstream him, but she said not., and I trust her. He's got a great team on his side at the school.

Poor monkey bunny. And how I love that phrase.

Kalliope, like her mother and first cousin once removed (that's you, Sox), is a wee baby monster and falling off the growth charts fast. So don't be so sure she's outgrown anything. She's a pretty solid size 70 in Hanna Andersson at the moment.

Last time we went to the pediatrician, I brought a copy of the page from my baby book which has all of my height/weight records for my first 2.5 years and the office was giddy with joy. They said that parents never, ever have this kind of information. Two points for my mother.

Can you program her number into your phone?

Probably won't matter - it will still come up as blocked.

Kalliope, like her mother and first cousin once removed (that's you, Sox), is a wee baby monster and falling off the growth charts fast. So don't be so sure she's outgrown anything. She's a pretty solid size 70 in Hanna Andersson at the moment.

Last time we went to the pediatrician, I brought a copy of the page from my baby book which has all of my height/weight records for my first 2.5 years and the office was giddy with joy. They said that parents never, ever have this kind of information. Two points for my mother.

Your mom rocks sparky. We amuse ourselves by alternating at the annual checkup. When DH takes hee in, she's going to be normal-to-tall. When I do.., well, nsm.

Eta: not really here

Got a speeding ticket on the way to work this morning. Which I deserved -- it's not like they're arbitrarily handed out, and I drive way too fast every day.

So, given that I deserved it, I didn't really have any right to completely lose my shit, but I did. Not at the nice policeman (no, he really was nice). But I was 2 exits from work, and so as soon as I drove away, I lost my shit totally. Which makes for really safe driving. And when I got to work, I had to sit in my car in the parking garage (in a way back corner where no one goes) for about half an hour before I was even remotely calm enough to go inside. Although my eyes were still red and puffy and it was obvious I was not calm.

The ticket is totally my fault, and I deserved it. But it's just the last goddamn straw and I just want to give up. (NOT in a Sylvia Plath way; just in a hermit way.) I just want to go home and go back to bed for a year. Everything is bad.

Oh god, please no brackety hugs and shit. SERIOUSLY.

Teppy, I want to crawl into bed and hide under the covers for a day, myself.

I also drive WAY TOO fast and am pushing my luck on a speeding ticket.

I also drive WAY TOO fast and am pushing my luck on a speeding ticket.

It's a numbers game with me -- not IF, but WHEN I'll get a ticket. I'm actually surprised that I don't get stopped more often. (This is the first ticket in a couple-few years.)

Seeing those flashing lights in your mirrors causes anxiety that is disproportionate to the speeding sin, so it's understandable that it wrecked you for a while, Steph.

While you didn't scream at the officer, I came in this morning to find out that one of the professors did scream at our student workers last night (for something not their fault) and she's totally being a shit about it this morning.

What went wrong? A link to a web page wouldn't work last night and she totally flipped out.