ah and he just came to tell me "I hate it when you are right".

Classic!

ah and he just came to tell me "I hate it when you are right".

TOTALLY THE BEST MOM.

Matilda's fever is hovering around 102; her forehead just cooled way down but all the heat seems to have rushed to her hands, which could practically scorch you. We're watching a little Spirited Away and then she'll head into a tepid tub for a bit.

he just came to tell me "I hate it when you are right".

Perfect.

Poor Matilda. JZ, have you tried Tylenol? It's a better fever reducer than Advil. Disclaimer, I am neither a doctor nor a parent.

I have a fashion question! I want to wear a tuxedo, but all the tuxedos I've seen for women seem to be cut for small breasts. I have DDs. Is there a tuxedo, or something like a tuxedo, for women with big boobs?

Be cool, Matilda. Also, chill out, hon. Stop worrying your adults.

Zen (I love knowing someone I can call Zen!), that sounds unfortunately like a custom tailoring job to me.

msbelle is the bestest mom, Mac. You should be used to that by now.

Hec picked up some Tylenol and it definitely seems to have helped a bit. Tomorrow, though, will be no fun at all -- she missed a sleepover tonight, and tomorrow she'll likely miss an ice skating party. She's too droopy now to do anything but sigh, but tomorrow she should be just better enough to rage over the injustice.

(I agree with her -- Hec and I would have gone to the sleepover too, at my oldest friend's house, and there would've been Miyazaki movies and smores and probably martinis once the kids went down, and it sucks to miss it; missing the skating party sucks; and missing out on the quick side trip we were going to make for coffee with Nanita in between also sucks, and I am severely displeased with her sick for its evil rotten timing.)

Fucking germs, man. Especially when you're too young to drop the f bomb.

Long day. Haircut, preceded by target and followed by TJs. All with a dizzying headache. The shoulder/neck massage with lavender oil helped a fair bit, but still. Got back in time to swim, but not before Karen went out for the night, so her kitchen tomorrow. She's planning to load the truck Monday and head out Tues, but snow. I'm selfishly hoping for a delay.

Home, manicure, basic attempt at getting laundry picked up. I tend to leave piles. Tidy piles, but piles. And I've got to vacuum and mop tomorrow. And Karen.

And my damned body is revolting on me. The headache, reflux, hormones pulling one of their occasional snafus.

Msbelle, missed all your calls due to not being here or mired in acetone. And now my internet is being really shirty. I think I need to go check plugs, check for ice on the exchange box and possibly reboot the router. But that seems beyond me at the moment. < belch >

msbelle, you are definitely the best mom.

Aw, poor Matilda. And I'm sorry you and Hec are missing out on funtimes, too.

Kiba, we were just talking about that Angel finale gathering at my place! How long ago was that? Over ten years? Ack. Anyway, I might be able to make it to the food truck rodeo tomorrow. I'm supposed to get together with my favorite toddlers around that time (and their parents) and they live not far from there. A lot will depend on timing, but if I do go, I'll keep an eye out!

Also, I'm having lunch with Darth this week. YAY.

Lunch with Darth? So cool! Please give him Buffista loves.