The jackhammering commenced around 8am this morning, and hasn't let up since (it's now nearly noon). SO LOUD ( Read more... )

We told the kids that they're going to start writing a daily journal entry, so I figured that I should do the same. This is something that we meant to start at the beginning of summer, like so many other things that we did not, in fact, start at the beginning of summer ( Read more... )

It was Adrian's birthday. He would've been 35 ( Read more... )

I had an uncomfortable email exchange last night with a recent client who wanted an email address removed from the 'guest list' on her album of Flickr photos. Confused, I explained to her that her private album could only be viewed by allowed email addresses, and I'd only shared it with her. Apparently she was able to share it with someone else, ( Read more... )

It's late and I'm having trouble going to sleep. It's late and I'm having trouble telling myself I need to go to sleep. Once I put away the computer and turn out the light, I'll be out...like a light. Ha. It's true. I don't like stopping what I'm doing to go to sleep. It seems such an inconvenience ( Read more... )

Welp. I'm really drunk. Just got back from the Swingin' Door with Dora, Annie, and Dayna. Brittany left earlier because she volunteered to get up with the wee ones in the morning ( Read more... )

Trina came over to watch the kids at 5pm, just a few minutes after Gene got back from work. I'd been cleaning the house -- not just sweeping and putting things away, but, like, scrubbing around the kitchen sink, spraying and wiping down cupboards and doors, etc. Still, I managed to achieve readiness -- dress on, hair somewhat tidy, a quick, light ( Read more... )

The evening before our anniversary, I informed Gene that I hadn't gotten him a gift, because I recalled discussing not spending money on anniversary gifts this year and instead, deciding on other things that the family might need (or saving money). I realized as I spoke that we hadn't confirmed this, but Gene seemed somewhat in agreement (although ( Read more... )

Poor Derek. He was crying just now in his bed while Gene and I were in the living room watching Orphan Black together. We heard him call out, "Daddy, I'm sad," so I went in to see what was the matter ( Read more... )

I meant to write a post about Mother's Day, so writing about some of my thoughts on motherhood, while not what I was planning, is at least apropos ( Read more... )