Dog!

I'm so sorry, tommyrot. I'm kind of glad you were still out here when she passed, even though it was due to the fuckery of the airline. It just seems kind of better. I look forward to hearing about Joyce when you are better rested. And good luck getting home.

I'm sorry, tommyrot. I'm so glad you made it out there.

I'm so sorry, Tom, and glad you were able to be there.

In other news it's Porchfest today, which used to be like, local musicians went out on their own front porches. Now it's a whole Thing and there are mobs of people drinking in public, and I Do Not Approve. On the other hand, I heard my friend play with my favorite brass band (for about one minute), and now I kind of want to join them. Not that I can play an instrument!

I'm sorry, tommy. Travel is exhausting and mourning is exhausting.

I'm so sorry, tommy.

I'm so sorry Tommyrot, but I'm glad you were able to be here for her and the rest of your family.

Well Mothers Day is looking to be a shitshow with Mac mad at me and threatening to ruin it for my mother by being an ass. He has now left the house at 11pm to walk over to a friend's house to get his phone charger. Refused to let me drive him.

We had a perfectly lovely day together too, he just won't accept rules and consequences. So I enforce a rule and he is zero to asshole in 5 seconds.

My condolences, tommyrot.

I'm sorry, tommyrot

And flea, I have so been there, it can all feel so hard and overwhelming sometimes. And yeah, I somehow don't have the perfect, over achiever kids. But I keep telling myself parenting isn't a sprint, we're in it for the long haul, and every kid matures at their own pace.