I called my mom today and complained and almost cried for 30 minutes. She wanted to know if I wanted to fly home with the kids. She'd pay for the little guys tickets, but it would still be a fortune.

So, no, 42 is not tool for wishing you were an only child. I am 40 wishing I was a child.

I'm pretty sure my mother occasionally wishes she were an only child and she is "in her 60s."

Kat,

are you okay?

Oh, Kat, I'm so sorry that you've been going through such a rough time.

Does anyone here watch Girls? I caved, because it's right *there*, and it strikes me as not too early to describe it as "isn't it hip and ironic that we're all so unpleasant, and can finally watch ourselves be unpleasant on TV?"

I'm sorry Kat. I wish you could kick back and get mothered for a while.

Do you ever go to a site and it just takes forever to load and you can see it's got nine layers of adsense widgets crawling all over it and just say, "Fuck it! It's crawling with widgets!" and bail?

Anyway, I'm glad we're widgetless.

I am okay. Just overwhelmed and uncertain. I don't know where we will be living come July 1st. I handle change just fine, but uncertainty? Not so much.

Uncertainty is super hard.

I think losing our nurse pushed my coping abilities past the point of coping into not coping.

I also spent $100 on shoes today. But not for me, but for my growing children. Sigh. And we set off rockets at the science center in Santa Ana which was amazingly fun.

Also, I'm almost at the weight I was before I got pregnant and yesterday I was less than my driver's license said I was. So that's interesting.

Uncertainty with two kids is the worst.

If it were just me, I could figure out something. But it's me, my partner and our two kids.