Plus, everything is overwhelming me. The house is a pigsty and I can't even start cleaning, because it's all so much more than I can possibly do. I have photo album projects halfway done and I am too overwhelmed to proceed with the next step. I'm just so tired. I haven't knit anything in a long time, and have like 5 projects I wanted to do for ( Read more... )

I'm exhausted. I'm so tired of feeling like shit and doing everything I do through the haze of serious shitfeeling ( Read more... )

I'm 31 on this big juicy fog-laden Scorpio day. Happy Birthday to me ( Read more... )

Sometimes I just really really have no idea how to be a parent. I don't know what to say to Azi about our friend's baby dying. (She knows everything, it's not a question of whether to tell her, it's a question of what else to say to help her through it.) I don't even know if I am supposed to say things to make her feel *better*, or provoke her ( Read more... )

Well, the Buddhists weren't so bad. The extremely arrogant guy I can't stand who facilitates the meeting (which means, he wrangles us chatty women into submission, and never shares anything personal of his own) didn't come, and I actually really like his wife, who did. And the single almost-adoptive-mom-- she should get her referral from China in a ( Read more... )

I found a bunch of mediocre movies for sale for $.99 each and figured it's a lot cheaper than renting and I can just give them away after. So I bought twelve of them, 4 of which are for Azi. I've also been getting caught up on the L-word-- finished the first series. So, this time without a family is media heavy. And somewhat cleaning heavy (well, ( Read more... )

How do people do that fancy "behind the cut" thing? Because I just watched the last episodes of Six Feet Under this weekend, and need to discuss, but I don't want to put any spoilers in where people who haven't watched it yet (but might want to!) will see. Someone told me the big event, by mistake, a few weeks ago, and I knew the "secret" in that ( Read more... )

"You poop out your eyeballs!" and other such witticisms are coming out of my daughter. Frequently. Now, I like poop humor, and have encouraged it by laughing and participating. But sometimes it gets mean, and meaner when she's actually angry, and I'm starting to realize that laughing at that stuff will give her the idea that she can throw around ( Read more... )

I have a nasty cough which started with tickle on Saturday and has steadily gotten worse since. "Mama, you catched it." Yes, yes I did. (She's had a cough for 2-3 weeks, and has ear infections, too.) But the post-worthy thing about this cough is that, when I cough, which is all the freakin time, I pee. Yes, I tore a whole lot when I gave birth ( Read more... )

Oy, I thought I could tell the difference. But no, apparently ( Read more... )