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This just in from the five-year-old:

"If you want me to believe your opinion, then you would have to change it."

*hee!*

I'll have to remember that one. There are times when I could use it myself.

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There's no coffee or much of anything in the house, and it's cold (38F/3C) outside.

I don't know if I should bundle the kids up in the few warm clothes they have and run to McDonalds, or do the bath, dressing, whole getting-ready thing and then try a trip to the grocery store with two small kids.

The logistics of either sound way too challenging.

But I need coffee.

I am in a grumpy mood this morning. D's not working from home tomorrow, hasn't in weeks, which means no alone time for the two of us. Read: no sex. Now that the five-year-old's back he's tormenting his sister pretty much continuously. I feel like the five-year-old and I butt heads constantly. I feel like a bad mother.

I pretty much want to go back to bed, throw the covers over my head, and go to sleep. Either that, or a vacation in the south of France would be nice.

Yeah, well.

Coffee. Fucking coffee would be a godsend right now.

***Edit: Post-coffee I see how whiny this sounds, especially (probably) to folks who have been caught in a snowstorm all weekend. I'm sorry!

(I hope all fellow caffeine addicts were holed up with tons of tea or coffee! hee!)

OMGWTF! (don't forget to read disclaimer before clicking on link)

I haven't really gotten into the fanfic craze, but after reading some hilarious excerpts from this story in a friend's journal, I had to check it out:


http://www.geocities.com/nimorii/pc1.html

Wickedly funny...and...hot! :-D

Don't read it if slash (m/m sex) offends you or squicks you. There are some pretty detailed descriptions.

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The two-year-old is making a miniature baby ride on the back of a zebra right now, while the five-year-old is saying "I know moles don't have wacky sticks, but are they dangerous, though?"

Surreal.

In case you were wondering, he clarifies: "Not the kind of mole that's on your body. The animal mole.

What is a wacky stick?

"Well, on PB&J Otter, I heard that moles have wacky sticks. But that was wrong. They use them to feel their way around."

Damn those Disney Channel cartoons and their crazy ideas. ;-)

The five-year-old is sick now, thus prolonging our continuous streak of 'someone in the family being sick' that started in mid-December. We are hoping to all be well by Valentine's Day. This may be a tad optimistic.

I have had very little sleep. The two-year-old has decided to make putting her to sleep a little more work for me. After walking, rocking, nursing, and repeating, I tend to feel just a little too stressed out to fall asleep myself, which leads to walking around the house or playing on the computer like a zombie until the wee hours.

Last night I got to bed sometime between 12 and 1, and then Daniel woke me up at 5. I tried to get back to sleep, but it didn't happen. Soo...four hours. Doable, but happening with alarming frequency these days.

Then this morning a friend called with drama, relationship drama, the kind that recurs so frequently that I could tell you the script verbatim. So I told him exactly what I thought of the whole thing, which didn't go over so well.

I'm kind of in the mood to do that. To tell the truth as I see it, consequences be damned. Which is not usually a good idea.

Four hours of sleep and I feel like the space between dreaming and waking is not as large as it normally would be. I'm living in a place where babies ride zebras and moles carry big sticks. Anything is possible.

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