I'm not going to pet ita ! ... but I'd be happy to offer you the blunt instrument of choice so you can bap your cow-irkers yourself. Or hold your coat while you do it bare-handed.

I can't focus on this document that needs editing, still.

Please yell at me and tell me to get to work.

Allyson! GET TO WORK!

::goes back to reading Vorkosigan-fic::

oh ... um ... I never thought of there being Vorkosigan-fic. um ... is it any good? or is it enjoyably horrible? in other words, link, please.

Perkins, that's the sort of day that calls for a "Namaste, motherfucker" t-shirt.

Ugh, y'all.

My Mom was a little sad that I didn't want kids, but she got over it, and really got over it once my friends started having babies. It turns out that Mom wasn't that invested in the idea of grandchildren, she just liked babies.

Yeah, right about the time my parents might have started bugging me (um, almost 10 years ago now), some of their best friends had a couple of kids, and they were local (which I was not, then), so it all worked out pretty well.

Toddson--it's quite good, actually. The premise is that, well, in The Vor Game, when Gregor got himself kidnapped by Cavilo, she might have managed to get herself pregnant.

Here's the link: [link]

My mother both wants grandkids and is worried about me actually having them in equal parts, so she pretty much doesn't bug me about it.

There have been times in our (very long) marriage when I've been utterly convinced it was the best decision I ever made. We were Meant for each other, Match made in heaven, etc., etc. And there have been times when I've been completely certain it was the worst thing I could ever have done to my life, that I'd forgotten what happy was like and I'd never feel it again. And there were endless reaches of time when things weren't bad, but certainly not good. Sort of grey and vaguely reassuring--if I need backup, it's there, but not in-your-face and glad to be there engaged, either.

To date, I'm not sure where the balance falls, to the good side or the bad. But there're no do-overs, and gods only know what would have happened down that other path, so I have no regrets.

Kids were the next step after marriage, and I'd have been a better parent, older, better for them, better for me, better for the marriage. No do-overs there either, but a few regrets.

I'm not interested in having kids or being in a relationship. I think my family's come to terms with the first one, and is baffled by the second.

I've mostly got my shit together, partly through reward systems and bribery and To Do lists and putting absolutely everything in my Google calendar. I can't seem to get everything together, and I'm working on not being so hard on myself about it. Because I guess I kind of do a lot, and maybe I should be impressed with myself that I'm not hiding under the bed?

And I'm trying to do things now, rather than just thinking about doing them. And that is why I went to London, and soon Hawaii.