I slept with all the windows open last night and today was a sneezy body full of achy joints and muscles. I think my 'allergies' largely manifest as full body inflamatory response. My toes ached. Finally making the connection.

Not a fan. My mom has had arthritis since she was a kid. Can't recall what kind, but I'm definitely predisposed, so not amused.

"I love life! Thank you for giving me life!"

uncontrollable weeping

Ugh, okay, my entire post basically boils down to "parenting is hard" which may be true, but I should probably shut up about it.

Parenting IS hard, and if you need to say that out loud sometimes you are allowed!

It's something, that's for sure!

Good something! I feel sure of it, even if I can't remember specifics.

I don't remember my parents ever helping me with my homework. Asking me if I had any, taking me to the library, yes. But that's pretty much it.

I see what you did there, Dina.

I knew I could count on you, Tep.

Oh, wow, Rick. That's beautiful.

I am so tired right now. Went and picked up my wine, then hit the grocery store and that took forever and now I'm like "slicing zucchini sounds like an awful lot of work".

flea, remind me, and we can see if DJ and India are around and/or free. Saturday mornings I AM IN CONTROL OF MY LIFE, so I can make it happen and leave the child sleeping.

I see what you did there, Dina.

I knew I could count on you, Tep.

"Sympathy through light physical contact" made me delurk and register so I comment on that comic. My love for Dina cannot be measured.

I was a SPED--they totally worried about overtaxing us. Seventh grade homework was a terrible shock. I think even those "Perfect" kids drive each other or their parents nuts sometimes.

Oh, crap, the Healthy Community Workshop started 15 minutes ago. I guess I'm not going to that.

I will console myself with ice cream.

Maybe it's for the best I'm not there.

Yeah, I don't know what I'd do with a kid who wasn't self-motivated, because I just did all the shit I was supposed to do. And was Good At School.

Jesse is me. I don't remember ever thinking that my parents could help me with my homework. Everything my father "helped" me with was a disaster, so I tried to never let him know I needed help.

Late this afternoon, my house reappeared to the USPS and my package was delivered. WTF? Did the postal carrier not feel like walking up the hill to my house yesterday?

Glad you got your package, Ginger. Mysterious as the resolution remains.

Solved my dinner dilemma - fish and asparagus, already cooked, no chopping or slicing needed, perfectly fine eaten cold. Hooray! I meant to have wine with, but I forgot. I'll have an after dinner glass in a little while.

oh my god, the fights my dad and I had when he tried to help me with my math homework. oof.

When I was taking care of my brother's kids in May my nephew, who was in first grade, had homework. He just had a page of SUPER EASY (for him, not just for me) work that was complete torture to get him to do every evening. Fortunately the 8th grader was completely self-motivating and self-sufficient. I don't think I could have managed getting both of them through the week otherwise. Of course, she completely decompensated when her parents got home and burst into tears when they gave her a present from their trip. Why did they pick out such "ugly" tee-shirts for her? Did they not love her at all?!

Parenting is no joke!