They're all so big and strong and they hardly ever have actual fires to fight....it would give them something to do."

AND SHE CALLED 911 FOR THIS?!? OMG.

Yes! And their eyes never look startled or angry; just chill, like, hey, of course I'm a capybara, let's kick back.

I do have a photo of two capybaras fighting each other that says different; but yes, they do have a pretty serene look. I think that's because they're semi-aquatic. They have a deep muzzle with eyes, ears and nostrils on the top (like hippos), which is good for that kind of look.

Much calm~ma, sj.

I put my oatmeal on before reading this, so it will probably be coconut oil-less. But that stuff's great for granola, which I'll be making later this week.

I put my oatmeal on before reading this, so it will probably be coconut oil-less.

I just put the coconut oil in after the oatmeal is cooked. I'm lazy that way.

Overheard at work today

Both fun. It may be me, but I would think it would be good to have that kind of call to break the stress from time to time.

Given the rough night Em and I had (separate reasons, but kind of related), is it any wonder we both woke up super late? I'm letting her chill and do some reading and then I'll take her to school. She'll only be a little bit late, but not rushing and having a little time to chill will go a long way to us each having a good day, I think.

smonster was amazeballs last night. I am so appreciative of her and the general fact that we have each other's back when our brains go all wonky.

Aims, I knew I was a lot less worried about you when you said your plan was to call smonster. Deciding a chill morning is much more important than the possibility of being late is wise.

smonster, thank you for being there for her.

White-fonted for those who have triggers around child abuse. My parents abused me. I tend to not call it that, because it seems ... wrong, somehow. In my mind, it wasn't all that often, it was in times where I was legit in trouble, but the punishment meted out did not, in any way, match the crime. My parent's choice of discipline was the belt. Which I got quite a bit from the age of 6 until about 14. I hate calling it abuse because I love my parents, but it was. I still deal with that from time to time.

Last night, Emeline did not choose to finish her book at her grandparent's house and when she realized Joe was turning off the lights and she wasn't going to finish last night and has a test on her book this morning, she had an epic meltdown. EP.IC. She was overly tired, so that was part of it, but she was also freaked out because she has been Super Tween Drama Queen lately. Anyway. I was letting Joe handle it and I was on the couch. He was perfect - not raising his voice, not engaging the energy troll, reaffirming his position - no more book, go to sleep - and using his firm, but calm voice. He was also getting ready for bed and his belt buckle jangled. And I about lost it. He was NOT taking it off to threaten Em in any way shape or form, the man was just taking off his pants to go to bed. But the adrenaline started up, I thought I was going to throw up. I started shaking. I did some breathing and body proximity stuff I learned in therapy, but I needed to talk it out and I didn't want to bother Joe because he would feel bad and be up late and he gets up at 5am and this was already 11-something last night. I'll talk to him tonight so he knows what was up.

So, yeah. Having smonster there for me to talk to and get myself back to normal breathing and calmness was amazeballs.

And triggers can kiss my ass. For dang sure.

Oh, man, Aims. I am so sorry. But you handled something so horrible so well. That is huge.