Your crazy and my crazy should get together and go bowling.

There would be nothing left but a smoking crater when we were done.

I'm realizing my issues are likely being worsened by not enough sleep and not enough downtime.

Oh, yeah. Sometimes the simplest acts of self-care are really easy to overlook.

My car is paid off!

Whoo-hoo!

Anixety has a way of leaking out of its compartments, and old paths are easy to follow.

oh boy, is this true.

Your crazy and my crazy should get together and go bowling.

I want in!

~~~Teppy~~~ Those are sympathetic nods of solidarity and compassion from a comfortable distance. (I am such a big ole hugger it is hard to control myself, but I am, out of love and understanding) Yes, I really should deal with teeth stuff too, but don't wanna.

Update on the custody battle. Grandma packed some boxes of her stuff and stomped off to another cousin's house and declared she would be gone to NY by the end of the week. My brother in an unusually bold move for him told my niece he was changing the locks before she changed her mind and came back. We are hoping that her internet research and discussions with people that will talk to her has convinced her that a custody pursuit would be fruitless. She has a very volatile nature and it would not shock me if in just a few days she was all sweetness and light and acted like it was her idea for the child to move in with her mother. (you know the type) It is really sad because she can be very giving and helpful, but whoa can she turn on a dime and be vicious. For someone as even tempered as I it is bizarre to observe.

Laura, IANAD, but sounds kind of like borderline personality disorder. Good for your brother, changing the locks.

I want in!

How many does it take to form a team, four? What should the name be? The Fret-ettes? The Smoking Craters? The Fear Mights (pun on Fir Meit)?

Congrats, sj. That must feel so nice.

My big accomplishment of today is shifting how I store my shoes and getting them organized. Unfortunately the process didn't really net any shoes to go away. I found room for them all, nice and neat. Going to have to get strict with myself sooner or later and do some serious culling.

Yesterday was a 12 hour + day. Got home about 1:45am. Got to work at 9am. It's just after lunch, and I'm damn close to out of spoons. This week is really going to suck. Ugg.

I came home to no home phone service and no Internet service. Have I mentioned lately how much I hate Charter?

My internet is way too unreliable to trust my home phone to it, but I guess most people figure it's less important than cell?

I'm too old-fashioned not to want something I don't have to power in order to communicate, but where is my phone book?

Ugh Laura, what a mess, but thank goodness you were there to intervene on behalf of the mom and her daughter. Much continuing ~ma to them both, and you and your brother.

Plus spare spoons and anxiety~ma all around. Sounds like it's been a bit of a Monday.