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November 30, 2007

NaBloPoMo 2.30: The end!

Ah, the end of NaBloPoMo. How I shall miss the way you forced some of my favorite bloggers to post daily in an effort to entertain me. I loved the way you drove some of them to the brink of humorous madness. I loved the way you forced me to write a little something every day.

I'm sorry to see you go. But also, I can't wait to take a damn day off!

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November 29, 2007

I'm a blast to live with. Really.

I got a reminder about the Texas Bloggers Giveaway which reminded me of two things: I only have two more days to make posts mentioning Texas (which I thought would be simple but...) and that they require FOUR posts mentioning Texas, not three.

In case the above paragraph doesn't really count as a post mentioning Texas, I'll throw another tidbit about the weather out. This week has been cool, but not cold, with the warmer days being obnoxiously windy. Come to think of it, Dallas in general seems to be annoyingly windy.

I have begun to watch the Houston weather again, partly because I seem to be fantasizing about moving back there again. Even as we become more entrenched in life here (we have a playdate!) I daydream about what could have been. I feel justified on days when the weather is better there, and resigned when the weather is worse or the same.

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Justification that doesn't make me feel one bit better

I've always believed that when you take a pet into your home, you're making a lifelong commitment to that animal. Much like in a marriage, you take the bad with the good. You make living arrangement decisions based on your family at the time, including your pet. You work through behavior issues. Unless the animal is violent or dangerous to your children, you train both your children and your pet to get along. They aren't disposable, you don't just take them to the shelter when they become inconvenient, or annoying, or you decide to move to an apartment where they don't take pets. And you don't put down an otherwise healthy animal. You took this creature into your life, if for some reason you can't keep it, you better find a good home for it.

And that is why this is killing me.

I've had Bubba for nine and a half years. He is...special. When he was about 8 weeks old, his front feet were amputated in an act of cruelty that I can't really go into. He was brought to the vet clinic where I worked, and he became a part of the clinic. His treatment was not always pleasant, and it took over eight months and a small surgery for his stupms to heal. He was a sweet, loving little creature that loved to hang out on my shoulders. For some reason, I was the only person in the clinic who could treat him by myself. The others could do what was required, but it took two or three of them to hold onto him and get the job done. On holidays, I happily volunteered to take him home and care for him.

One of the vets wanted Bubba for a pet, but he wasn't what any of us considered a loving pet owner. Besides, Bubba loved me, and I wanted him. Strangely, he fit into the communal living arrangement I was in at the time, four people, my two cats plus my boyfriend at the time's cat, a large dog and at some point a beastly little puppy. And so he came to live with me.

That communal house was not the, uh, cleanest place I've lived. And the boyfriend's cat had a little issue with peeing. Likely because the boyfriend had a little issues with keeping his box clean. That may have been where Bubba picked up his little habit. In late living arrangements, I had a lot fewer problems with Bubba and his pee, although every now and then he would go in the dirty laundry basket or on a pile of clothes or one memorable time, in Rex's suitcase as he was unpacking from a trip. We've learned to just not keep piles of clothing and such around, and most of the time that works.

He has spells every now and then, though, that make him difficult to live with. Peeing on things in the kids toy room. Peeing on Jamie's bed (thank goodness the mattress is covered, since the cat isn't the only creature that wets her bed.) Peeing on brand new beanbags. Peeing on the throw rugs I keep around the house so he doesn't have to stump on the hard floors. We very, very rarely catch him at his game, although I'm 99% sure he is the only culprit.

In the last week, he's gone at least twice on a rug, twice in the kids laundry basket (I can't figure out how, the girls are well trained to keep their bedrooms closed up), once in a wooden doll cradle on doll blankets, and once just on the floor in the corner of our bedroom (he has NEVER gone on just the carpet before). At least, that's what I've found so far.

I might be able to find him a pet or child free home that would be more to his liking except for one thing: He really doesn't like anyone but me. It took years for him to even tolerate Rex's comopany, and the kids have developed a healthy respect for him. He won't go after anyone, but he prefers to be left alone. I'm just not sure how he would do with anyone else.

Rex's patience is worn thin, as is mine.

So what can I do?

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November 28, 2007

I still giggle every time

Katie says, "Wank you!"

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At least I'm still young and smart

On the way to preschool this morning, I was informed that one time, when Daddy took Jamie to school, he opened the wrong back door in the drop-off line. I think I need to work a little more on this "no tattling" thing. After the girls spent a few minutes collaborating each others stories, they started to speculate on WHY Daddy would do such a thing.

Apparently, it's because he's old. Old and forgetful.

I wonder what they say about me when I'm not around?

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November 27, 2007

Good thing I have a rudimentary knowledge

Yesterday, Jamie said she read Goodnight Moon in Spanish class and she learned how to say moon and stars. Only when I asked her how to say them, she told me she had forgotten already.

Today, they must have reviewed, because she said she remembered how to say them. "Australia" and "something that sounds like Uno!"

(For those of you who took German, star is "estrella" and moon is "luna.")

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November 26, 2007

For once, I just want her to acknowledge that I might know the answer

There's this commercial on the radio here that has caused undue angst for my family.

The commercial is for a car dealership, and at several points they have a group shout "Call Bankston!", only it does't sound like "Bankston," it sounds more like Freeston. I figured out the correct name by listening to the rest of the commercial, something Jamie doesn't bother to do.

The girls always shout out the part along with the group, and they were always shouting out the wrong word. Once I figured out the correct name, I tried to tell them what it really was. jamie didn't believe me, argued, and kept shouting the wrong things anyway, until one day I lost it and told her to say it right or say nothing at all. Not my finest moment, but I was pissed that she couldn't just take my word, for once.

The other day in the car, my mother asked Jamie what she was saying. Jamie told her that she says "Call Bankston," but that isn't what they really say. They really say something different, but Mama doesn't want her to say that.

Four years old, and my daughter is already telling me what I want to hear and thinking I'm an idiot.

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Everyone says they look like twins

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November 25, 2007

If you don't like the weather in Texas...

I can't decide if this is a complaint or a wonder. Less than a week ago, the temperatures were in the low 80's. All weekend, they were in the low 40's. It's hard to believe as we bundle up to leave the house that last week we were all in shorts. Luckily, this week temps should go back up into the 60's, and I'll be willing to leave the house for groceries again.

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November 24, 2007

Second kid syndrome

It's been a while since I've brushed the girls' teeth regularly. When the morning sickness kicked in, my already stretched-thin evening patience went right out the window. Add the wonderous nausea, and I could handle reading the story at bedtime, but brushing the teeth was pushing me over the edge. Rex took over tooth duty, and then it became sort of a habit that I'm happy to let him strengthen.

Anyway, I've only had to brush on rare occasions, which is why I surprised last night to notice that Katie has finally gotten a couple of her two-year molars. So far she's only got the bottom two. I'm thrilled that we couldn't tell by her behavior that she was getting teeth, but a little ashamed that it's been so long since I've been on her mouth that I didn't even notice two new teeth. Worse, Rex, who brushes her teeth nightly, didn't notice it either.

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November 23, 2007

Is it still November?

This giant, 1000 piece puzzle is my uncle's idea of a gift. Usually, I'm overwhelmed and confounded by puzzles, but somehow we managed to get the whole thing done in a day and a half. More surprisingly than getting it done is that Jamie helped, and I mean helped and not "helped."

Color me impressed.

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November 22, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving!

While I was putting the girls to bed, I asked the girls is they knew why we celebrate Thanksgiving. I got Jamie started, and then she remembered what they taught her at school and took over. After we finished the whole pilgrim and feast discussion, I asked Jamie what she was thankful for.

Oranges.

And Katie?

Milk.

I told them that I was thankful for my wonderful, healthy girls, and for their daddy and my family. Then I asked them what else they were thankful for.

Pretzels.

Grape juice.

Annnnnd goodnight.

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November 21, 2007

My family interferes with my internet habit. And for that I'm grateful.

I haven't had much time to think today. My mom and grandmother showed up around lunchtime. Before that there was cleaning, after, talking and troubleshooting. We just got home and put the kids to bed, and I'm pooped, although mostly mentally.

Tomorrow, they'll be back, along with my aunt and uncle, to share a lovely Thanksgiving dinner that I will hopefully prepare without disaster.

I think that means it's time for bed.

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Artist and subject

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November 20, 2007

See you tomorrow!

I'm feeling liike I've spent the last three weeks bitching about the same things. The kids, dirt, the kids, the pregnancy, the kids and our living situation.

So today, instead of bitching, I'm going to watch Oprah's Favorite Things.

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Walk this way

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November 19, 2007

Ahhhhh

Katie hasn't taken a nap in two days, and we were already seeing the effects by the end of day 1. She's at the point where she doesn't nap every day, anymore, and she usually does fine. And unlike Jamie, she will sometimes sleep in late the next morning to make up for it. After a cranky, nap-free day yesterday, I was shocked and dismayed this morning when she was up right at 7. Especially since I could have used another hour or two myself!

Minutes after putting her down for her nap today, it became obvious that she was going to wiggle and amuse herself right out of another nap. I finally went into her room, laid down on her bed, and told her I needed help falling asleep. She immediately gave me her bunny to hug, wrapped and arm around me and snuggled in. The only downside of the whole thing was after she fell asleep, she wouldn't let go of me. Every time I tried to scooch out from inder her arm, she would hold on tighter. I finally managed to escape and gave her back her bunny to hug.

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Spider Girl

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November 18, 2007

November 18

Today was my due date for the pregnancy I lost back in March.

I'm a little puzzled that I remember that. After all, I only knew I was pregnant for 4 days before I wasn't any more. I was disappointed to lose the pregnancy, but not devastated. I didn't cry, there wasn't any guilt or depression, in fact at the time I learned something important: I really did want another kid. I missed the thought of the baby I wasn't going to have any more, but I wasn't at all concerned that I couldn't have another.

I'm not a particularly sentimental person. I'm not at all religious, and my beliefs are deeply rooted in biology and science. I know all the statistics for losses in early pregnancy, and I know and wholly accept that most of these losses are related to problems with the developing embryo. And while I'm smart enough not to tell a woman who has just experienced miscarriage that it's for the best, I believe it usually is. (It's taken me years to understand that to a mother, the death of a child is NEVER "for the best.")Which is why I'm surprised that the closer I got to that potential due date, the more I thought about what I lost, especially considering that I'm currently 23 weeks pregnant. I would have expected to feel more like I'm replacing something I lost, instead of having something in addition to what I lost.

On a much more shallow note, I can't help but think that if I had kept that pregnancy, I'd be done by now, and wonder if it was a girl.

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November 17, 2007

Going more than a little insane

The week of the ill-behaved child continues. Jamie has become a whiney, needy, greedy, bossy, bratty attention whore this week. I have no idea what the hell is going on. It needs to stop, though, because she has no school next week, and I'm not going to make a whole week of this attitude without doing something desperate.

In anticipation, we're going to relax tonight with a movie and some treats. Hopefully, the ice cream can keep me cool all week long!

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November 16, 2007

Endlessly spinning

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But if they want to come pick up my old shoes or something, they can have them

For the last three months, we've been paying the gas company for the privilege of the opportunity to use gas. This month, we finally used some, and had to pay more than the minimum bill. This is also the first month the bill has not ended in .00, and so it was the first time I noticed that I have been drafted into a charitable donation program known as Operation Roundup.

I'm somewhat familiar with the program, since I'm pretty sure I asked to opt out of it when we signed up for service. Then again, it was months ago, and maybe I meant to opt out but didn't, because it required me to call the gas company or waste a stamp on them for something I feel I should have to opt IN to, not opt out of.

I'm not against donating money, but I would really rather save my change and donate it to the charity of my choice, not the gas company's.

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November 15, 2007

I hate the limbo

Last week, Rex, Katie and I spent a morning walking through spec homes in our maybe neighborhood of choice. The good news is, we found a house we like. The bad news: Someone else had made an offer on it already, they aren't dealing on it past the incentives they advertise, it's more than we really want to pay, and it's in the Dallas area.

On the one hand, I'm ready for this unsettled feeling to disappear with the signing of thousands of pages of lawyerese and the aquisition of a large mortgage. No more renting, no more talk of moving, and best of all, I can start buying Jamie the bedroom furniture I planned to get her for her second birthday.

On the other, I don't really want to commit to this place. I'm not ready to give up my Austin dream. Heck, I don't even want to give up my unreasonable Houston fantasy. (I keep several goals in my head, some that are reasonable, and some that are way up in the clouds. Sometimes the way to get to the moon is to aim for the stars.) I'm unwilling to accept this place as my fate.

A couple days ago, we heard that the house we liked was back on the market. Depending on the minute you ask me, I'm either ready to sign on the dotted line, or I'm totally ambivalent to the house's fate.

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In the zone

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Oh, for goodness sake. I just found a gray mustache hair!

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November 14, 2007

Pigs shed less than cats

I think I’m a nicer person when I don’t clean.

I get really pissed off when I think the carpet is filthy, but I can’t tell any difference in the yuck level after I’ve vacuumed. I get mad at myself for not noticing just how disgusting it was before we moved in, and insisting that it be replaced or cleaned before we signed a lease. Then again, with our last minute procrastinator’s schedule, we probably didn’t really have the luxury, anyway.

The carpet, though, that’s circumstantial. Although finding a blop of cat fur on a freshly vacuumed clean carpet steams me a little too. What really kind of gets me is when I clean, say, the kitchen. And then less than an hour later, Katie guts a sandwich and dumps a cupful of juice on my freshly mopped and swept floor. And when she dumps two cups in three days? I really start to wonder why I bother. Also? Katie gets a lecture that’s probably a little beyond her years.

I’m not super anal (ha ha) about shiny toilet bowls, either, although I must admit that my recent discovery of a bowl cleaner that requires no scrubbing inclines me to clean a little more often.

Really, though, this housework thing is just a neverending battle against the gross that lives in my house in the form of the two kids and three cats I brought on myself. It’s a good thing I really was practically raised in a barn!

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Reenactment of what goes on while I'm in the shower

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November 13, 2007

I'm looking forward to years of these things

Tonight was our first in what I assume will be a long list of "programs" that we watch our kids perform in. And may I just say, it was the best free comedy show we've seen and better than a lot of paid entertainment. Did I mention that it wasn't a comedy?

They brought each class up individually to do three songs, starting with the two year olds. Fifteen two year olds on a brightly lit stage "dancing" and "singing" to music? Priceless, and yet still topped by the little boy with the riotous COCK-A-DOODLE-DO when asked what the rooster says.

In every class, there was at least one kid that froze. Not always in a bad, scared way. One little boy stood completely still, staring at something in the audience with a beauteous smile, for all of his group’s songs. By the time Jamie’s class mounted the stage, I was convinced Jamie was going to be that kid. She totally surprised me by performing AND singing, although she had us laughing when she chastised her bells for falling out of her hands. She was loud enough that I could hear her over the singing, and from the laughs, I think quite a few other people heard her, too.

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Love flower

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November 12, 2007

We're due for a happy day

Today was another one of those days. Yesterday was one of those days too, but at least Rex was around so we could tag team. The more I think about it, though, Jamie was the one inspiring thoughts of hara kiri. Katie was just sort of along for the ride. Today, things would be going along swimmingly and then all of a sudden BANG! The bitchy would strike. For a smart kid, she can't hold a thought longer than 3 seconds, and her comprehension seems a little off.

In an attempt to remember the good, and forget the rest, a short story. I was in the garage with Katie, which has an automatic light that comes on for a couple minutes when you break the safety beams at the door. Katie looked up and noted that the light was on. When it shut off a few minutes later, she got up, tripped the beam, and declared the light "magic."

Jamie caught me by surprise when we were looking at houses and she passed a flier to Katie, asking if Katie was interested in her "pretend foreclosure." I may use her as my next realtor.

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November 11, 2007

Bubba Gump, reborn

J: "All cheese is queso. Cheddar. Swiss. American. Pepper Jack. It's all called queso."

R: "Fried shrimp. Boiled shrimp. BBQ shrimp. Shrimp Kabobs. Shrimp with rice."

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November 10, 2007

Ah, the joys of parenting

I don't know what my kids are trying to do to me.

Jamie has this cough that until recently only seemed to appear when she was in her room. As in, when she's supposed to be resting and ALL NIGHT LONG. After a couple weeks of that, she's finally throwing out a little hack or two during the day. No other symptoms, though, unless you count my lack of sleep. Also odd about this cough? Sitting next to her on the bed seems to calm it. Not a sip of water, or cough syrup, but sitting beside her in a daze.

Katie's torture is a more understandable. She just has a nice little cough with congestion. I'm leery of cough syrup because of recent warnings, and also because her cough seems productive, not just uncontrolled hacking. When I heard her start up last night, I went in to check on her and got a big hug. I propped up some pillows, and put her on my chest to elevate her, which really seemed to help the coughing. The real trouble started an hour or so later, when I tried to put her back on the bed. She kept rolling around, alligator death rolls that would start by me and end with her spinning against the wall. After several hours of tossing and turning, I pinned her down, she cried a little, and we were good. Minutes before I was planning to get up and go to my own bed, Jamie started again.

So far our reward for interrupted nights has been a few rare 8am wake-up calls. Today's reward was an early wake-up, followed by a napless afternoon.

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November 9, 2007

And great Tex-Mex, too

Today has been one of those beautiful days that sums up why I love Texas. Low 80's, sunny, a light breeze, November. Winter here offers these beautiful gifts, sometimes just a day here and there, sometimes longer stretches, a break from the gray chill and long hours of darkness.

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November bloom

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November 8, 2007

Hanger's on

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The reason I haul around hundreds of pounds of paper I'll probably never need

We got a letter yesterday, absolving us from any tax liability to the State of Maryland for the year 2004.

'Bout time.

We've gone back and forth several times now with the state, sending justification for not paying state tax that year. Did I mention that we were following their rule, to the letter? And that after I sent proof that we were, in fact, in compliance, they requested information that I'm pretty sure they should have had access to one their own? Access that wouldn't have required me to dig through my less-than-organized files?

Actually, I'm having a hard time being too upset at this point. After all, I was just proven right AND I get to keep my money.

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November 7, 2007

Adventures in naptime

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It's not looking good

I'm amazed at how one sentence can make me feel loved, guilty, and angry at the same time.

Just before they walked out the door, Jamie announced that she wanted me to take her to preschool instead of Rex. I was technically clothed, albeit in a pair of jeans that neither buttoned or zipped, but totally unprepared. Flattered to be asked, but peeved when she started crying when I told her I needed more than 20 seconds warning, while Rex stood by the door, keys already in hand. And guilty because it apparently meant enough for her to cry (ok, that's not really a good litmus test for "meaningful" for her), and while I probably could have gotten it together in time to get her to school, I didn't.

I'm hoping this doesn't mean we're in for a repeat of yesterday afternoon, which was hell with bells on.

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November 6, 2007

She ASKED me to take pictures of her

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November is my month of technological stupidity

Woo! I found the option I changed the fucked everything up! And it took less than an hour to remember what it was and how to find it!

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What the hell?

You should see the look on my face.

I don't usually bother to check my site out every time I post, once I've established that posting is actually working. I just went to see what picture I posted yesterday, since I can't keep track of more than about 30 seconds ago, much less a whole day ago, and there was nothing from yesterday. I actually published two posts, it says right here on my "Manage Entries" page, but neither is showing up.

I have the feeling I mussed something up while I was trying to get my cron crap working, but I don't know what. I didn't think I changed anything that should show up, and neither of those posts was done as scheduled. And, you know, it actually SAYS they were published, which it doesn't do when I'm testing scheduled posts.

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November 5, 2007

Today, a random collection of thoughts

My favorite part of NaBloPoMo? The fact that some of my favorite bloggers post so often I can barely keep up with my reading.

I made meatloaf for dinner. My hand is tingly from the frozen ground beef, and smells like a meaty club. I'm not in love with the smell, but I'm compelled to keep sniffing it anyway.

I rarely order from catalogs, and almost as rarely order online. And yet, I receive multiple catalogs EVERY DAY for things I don't buy. I feel guilty at the waste of all that paper as I toss it into the recycling bin. Make it stop!

I still can't get my scheduled posts to post. I spent most of last night trying to wrap my feeble little mind around MT's documentation, Wikipedia's explanation of cron jobs, my friends' sometimes overly technical speak (it doesn't take much) and my own miniscule knowledge of Unix and vi. As far as I can see, it never should have stopped working. The minor changes I made had no noticable effect on, well, anything. I will persevere! And maybe cry a little.

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We're number (zero) one!

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November 4, 2007

One of us better get some good drugs

Rex is at the doctor as I type, in an attempt to save our marriage.

He's had this cough for the last two weeks, and it's not getting any better. In fact, I think last night was the worst yet. At the beginning of this dread disease, he would cough a little and then go downstairs to sleep on the couch so he wasn't keeping me up. The consideration seems to be inversely proportional to the amount of coughing, though, and last night, after hours of hacking, I was ready to kill. Not because the coughing kept me up so much as the part where when the coughing ended and the snoring started, while I lay awake. When I stopped fantasizing and started reaching for my pillow to beat him I figured it was time to head to the couch myself.

Since I was the one relagated to the couch, I figured I might get out of waking up with the girls this morning. Somehow, though, I'm still the one that heard Katie calling for me, even though I was all the way downstairs. I didn't beat Rex, but I did throw my pillow and blanket at his head as I passed the bedroom.

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Butterfly

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November 3, 2007

Awesome queso

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The most oft repeated phrase in her repertoire

"I not happy!"

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November 2, 2007

The new definition of "date"

I'm finishing up my second hour of alone time. I am in love with my alone time. I am, however, regretting eating my hopefully e-coli free Totino's pizza without anyone to share it with. I'm a little, shall we say, overstuffed? But what are you going to do, throw out pizza? Put it in the fridge and make some poor sap (hi, honey!) eat it as a leftover later? Can't do it. Had to eat it.

The rest of my precious freedom has been spent loading the dishwasher, watching The View, fending off "free" carpet cleaning, and reading blogs. I was going to say that I had been wasting this glorious gift, and then I realized that most of those things really are nicer done alone. It's hard to read when people keep talking and asking who the baby in the picture is and poking at the touchpad and talking.

Dad is going home tomorrow, so Rex and I are going to make use of his presence and go out alone tonight. Sadly, there are no movies we want to see, so we'll probably get a yummy beverage that we'll get to drink ALL BY OURSELVES and sit around a bookstore, not paying attention to children of any kind.

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November 1, 2007

The aftermath

You know how cool yesterday was?

That's how much this evening sucked.

The only concession Jamie made to yesterday's napless, sugar-laden hyperactuvity was to sleep in an extra 45 minutes this morning. Katie didn't even give us that. Both kids looked like they needed naps. Acted like they needed naps. Neither bothered to take one, though. Which made the evening a whining, angsty bitchfest.

Add that to the number of times I've said no, we're not going to have another piece of candy right now, and I'm not in a much better mood than they were.

I need to keep the image of yesterday's fun in my mind, so the aftermath doesn't blow it for me.

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Attached at the hip

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NaBloPoMo: 2.1

And so it begins.

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