When I reserved a flight on Spirit for my return trip, I had forgotten they are the worst-rated US airline. There was a pilot strike on Monday or so, but a judge has ordered the pilots back to work.

Yesterday I should have insisted they book me on a different airline but I was out of spoons.

Wow, Sue, that sounds great.

For some reason I'm making shortbread cookies before going for a run. And later today I will make a carrot cake for Mother's Day.

I hope the return gets smoother, tommyrot.

I'm watching a live feed of DH's cousin graduating with his doctorate in Physical Therapy. The part that amuses me is that his aunt posted the link tagging 45 people, but not me because I unfriended her in the bulk Trump purge last year. The graduate's sister put my name in the first comment because we are friends. Also friends with the graduate. Yay for sane relatives among the crazies.

Good luck getting home, tommyrot.

A crumb crust, layer of vanilla ice cream, layer of lemon curd, freeze, then top with meringue. Putting an ice cream pie under the broiler to brown was a test of my nerves.

That sounds amazing! I wish everyone liked lemon, because I would totally do that instead.

I would also like an ice cream cake, though without the coffee ice cream. So if you could get on that, Jesse, that would be great.

I'll get some extra and shove it through the tubes for you!

Timelies all!

Brought the car in to the dealer for an oil change this morning. Now I have the rest of the day free.

I am so discouraged with my kids. Dillo just makes everything so hard for everyone by being stubborn and quick to take offense and completely unresilient. He's like a human Grumpy Cat. And Casper is easy to deal with the vast majority of the time and sweet and cheerful but is now failing two classes at school, and not because they are too hard, but because she is not doing the work. I think she just masks anxiety really well and has decided she is stupid. I feel like I am barely getting by myself and I have to unfuck the rest of the family as well and how am I supposed to do that?

That sounds more than discouraging, flea.

I can't offer advice on the kids, flea, but I think almost all of us often feel like we're barely getting by. I'm sorry it's not concrete advice, but maybe it helps to know that you're not alone?

I can't offer advice on the kids, flea, but I think almost all of us often feel like we're barely getting by. I'm sorry it's not concrete advice, but maybe it helps to know that you're not alone?

Yeah, I also can't offer advice or empathy on the kids, but I can attest to the fact that it feels horrible and overwhelming to feel like you are the only one doing the emotional labor of unfucking your loved ones' shit while at the same time feeling swamped by your own shit.

Ugh, flea! I know this one. My mom told me repeatedly that we can't want for our kids, they have to want for themselves. Much easier said than done, but true. Other words of wisdom from mom, this too shall pass. Another one that didn't really help. I'm sorry.