Meanwhile, yesterday we had a preschool field officer come to Ryan's childcare to assess his school readiness. Executive summary: he's ready. She was meeting us at 11:00 to discuss her findings, and apparently Ryan periodically reminded her of this while noting the current time was not yet 11:00. (Just in case she was wondering.)

While she was there, Ryan and a friend of his were playing on scooters. Another kid took his friend's scooter. Apparently Ryan went to tell her that someone else was using the scooter and she should give it back. When they refused he called in a teacher. Assertiveness! I'm proudest that he intervened, not for himself, but on someone else's behalf.

Final observation: parents turning up at childcare in the middle of the day get treated like celebrities.

You're taking the high moral stance and trying to correct him

What's the difference between that and having an opinion and explaining it in a conversation? I mean, dude, the guy's doing research. It's not like he's unarmed or ambushed here. I see no evidence he's not a rational adult with the ability to form opinions and extrapolate from facts.

I am glad to be in an immediate family that believes that lecturing is actually correct (maybe you can call it speech-giving when my father does it, that's his thang) but dialling it down when people just wanted to toss off an offensive comment without taking any responsibility is fucking frustrating. That's when I feel like assaulting someone and roughing them up, leaving them bruised and naked at a busy intersection.

Don't do drive by hate. Because I will tail you to where you feel safe and write on your bathroom mirror make enough noise to wake the neighbours.

Except noone has been in my apartment that I know of.

Well, OK, that's just eerie.

Boy do I wish that phrase would die in a fire.

This. While I sit and watch and eat popcorn, please.

apparently Ryan periodically reminded her of this while noting the current time was not yet 11:00. (Just in case she was wondering.)

Awww, Ryan.

btw, ita. I saw a sentence you wrote in natter a week or two ago, and I was wondering if I could borrow it as a tagline. Thing is, IIRC, you wrote it when you were angry or upset about your job, and I wanted to make sure it's not gonna take you back to that angry/upset place every time you'll see it. It was "I want goals, and I want freedom, AND I WANT INFORMATION."

Omg. Went to karaoke with my sister and BIL. Saw ex. It was a little weird. Had convo on the way home where sister says "did I ever tell you how mom told me she thought you had aspbergers?" Um, NO? Wtf? I am really hurt and pissed. Dear mom--no, it's that I am a bitch. It's how you raised me. Now I feel even less like expressing any emotion to you or caring about yours. Shit.

Admittedly, between seeing one ex, seeing on FB that another is pregnant (announced today) and knowing another one got officially married tonight as soon as it as legal in Minnesota, it hurts. (Those last two are also still dating the people they started dating after we broke up, in each case. Which is like, over ten years ago for the one and seven for the other?)

Oh, meara. I'm sorry tonight was so rough.

Wow, that is a rough night, meara.

Oh, meara, that's just one blow after another. Each one alone, still crap but cope-with-able. But not all in one night.

Ack.

I'm sorry, meara. That is one sucky evening. I hope today is much kinder to you.

I managed to draw blood while making tea today. I'm hoping this isn't a sign for the rest of my day.

meara, here's hoping today is better than last night.