The Other News

Not all of life is as awful as I made it sound yesterday.

J’s making complete sentences.  She picks up words and phrases like iron fillings to a magnet.

PB’s starting to write.  He knows his name, his sisters, and my favorite, Mama.  He’s working on Grandma and I Love You.

My boss and several coworkers are backing me up in the mess there.

The days are getting longer and I can feel spring around the corner.  I wonder if I’ll have a new house soon enough to start a garden.

I think that if my Toyota was going to have any sudden acceleration problems it would have happened 200,000 miles ago (or more).

I got a huge, free, box of food yesterday.  I hate feeling like a charity case but the truth is that my freezer has never held this much meat.  PB and I are happy to know that we can not just eat, but eat well, for a little while.  J still just wants a bowl of cereal again.  It’s nice to know that people care.

J’s current food kick is cereal.  It’s healthy, it’s easy, I’m not going to complain.  PB used to insist on weird/complicated meals.  But she has reached the Broken Banana phase.  She insists on pealing it herself, then throws a fit and/or refuses to eat it if it doesn’t come out whole.

Daycare close for a flood last week and I managed to get friends and family to cover the whole week for me.

My sister’s MIA but, for once, my brother’s in touch.  I don’t get to spend nearly enough time with them but atleast we have phones.

PB’s been a really good big brother.  J’s started insisting that he help her out of her coat and shoes.  I caught him “reading” her nursery rhymes this morning.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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