So I couldn't be happier that it's almost Friday. Sure, I have no doubt that Jane will continue on with The Cold That Would Never End, and Greg is away all weekend at captain school for the boat, but as long as I don't have to do the mad dash at the beginning and end of each day, I'm that much happier.
Not a whole hell of a lot has been going on. As some of you know, I'm part of Facebook nation now, which I've found amusing. How strange to see all of these familiar faces, some of which I haven't seen in 20 years.
Lent started this week, and in years past, I've given up all sorts of things, mostly junk food, as part of the season. This year I decided to really focus on one of my New Year's resolutions, which, if you recall, was to pull my head out of my ass and stop being so cranky and miserable all the time. I tend to get that way during the aforementioned mad dashes in the morning and night. It just feels like there is no time to get everything done, and it all seems so stressful, but if I get some perspective, it really and truly isn't that bad. So, we'll see how I do. I tend to take Lent pretty seriously, but at the same time, I threw a big hissy fit this morning when poor Jane puked up her entire breakfast (which tends to happen these days when she goes on one of her morning coughing jags). I just get so upset for her and tend to, for example, start swearing at the top of my lungs. I might have to consult the "What to Expect" book, but I'm fairly sure that's not good parenting.
I am very pleased with the results of the primaries in CT. Overall I'm just really into the whole political scene these days. Who the hell knew.
Not too much else going on, I'm afraid. Sorry kids - I'll try to be more interesting next time.
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Yay, even when they're not "exciting" I love the updates. It keeps me in the loop since I'm no longer just down the hall from you every day.
Poor Jane, that has to suck. And cleaning up barfy clothes sucks, too. I don't blame you for swearing at the top of your lungs.
Being a mom has got to be the hardest job on the planet. My sister has called me before to tell me about her lousy day and how she'd like to list the boys on ebay but there's some sort of "policy" against selling kids. Even naughty ones.
Be strong, and don't worry, you've got another year before Jane starts to repeat all the swear words you're throwing out there!
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