‘Kay… Zoomboy is sick, first of all. And it sucks– we woke up a three this morning and he was throwing off heat like Sacramento in the summer, and then, at five (when I actually get out of bed) he didn’t feel bad. At six thirty, when his father gets out of bed, he’s back… Read More

Including Mate spraining his ankle (and being a total trooper about it as he coached soccer, bless him), and a clusterfuck over at amazon.com and the fact that our cat apparently has a jumping disability… But forget about that. Because I’ve got some writing happy, all in one whack, and I’m gonna celebrate for a… Read More

But mostly because I slept for nine hours on Tuesday, and because I came home early on Wednesday and cried on Mate… *whinge* “You’re going to cancel soccer practice, right? And come get the kids? Because it’s two o’clock and a hundred and five fucking degrees outside and if I have to get in that… Read More

* The cat has so far managed to ass-dial the following functions on my computer: this weird box that won’t let me scroll–but only on CERTAIN e-mails or dialog boxes, the dimmer switch so I can’t see my screen, and (this one is fun!) Command + F5–which on a Mac, cues up a voice telling… Read More

Okay… before we delve deep into my sunburnt noggin for the details of my day, I need to say THANK YOU THANK YOU A ZILLION TIMES THANK YOU! At the moment I’m in second, but the fact is, when I posted my shameless begging for your attention this morning, I was, like, LAST, and really… Read More

Okay– real blog post coming, I SWEAR! But it’s opening day for soccer (which is huge and exhausting with three kids on the field) and when I checked my e-mail this morning I saw that “Whim” was up for Book of the Week over HERE! So, uhm, while I’m running around trying to watch Squish,… Read More

This morning, the following things happened before 8:30 a.m. * I woke up at 5:00 in the morning to take care of writing business and the internet was down, all day.* I left on time for work and got there late because traffic in front of the school was SO bad I spent fifteen minutes… Read More

Zoomboy is playing soccer. “How is he doing?” Mate asks, and I tell him. It’s not pretty. “He runs like an epileptic giraffe in cement shoes,” I tell him apologetically. “That’s your fault.” (My family’s complete lack of coordination is universally acknowledged. When my father dances, lives are at stake.) “I know,” I tell him…. Read More

Sort of. I’d forgotten how normal a weekend can be. Gymnastics, grocery shopping, kids’ errands, oh my! Of course, next week, soccer games start, and opening day, and I may very well fall down the rabbit hole again… there is no telling! For those of you curious about this year’s schedule (since previous years have… Read More

(I was going to do “I’m not dead yet” but apparently I’ve done that one before…) Anyway, this week I: * Went back to work and saw students * Took kids to soccer practice with Mate, twice * Took T to fail his driver’s permit exam * Took T to look smashing for his Senior… Read More