Dear Diary, today I… * Argued with the Cave Troll all the way to daycare. Pried him out of his carseat and gave his hand to the babysitter (who was holding Ladybug in the other arm) so I could flee out the front door without him following me, sobbing. * Bawled all the way to… Read More

I’m sorry, Mr. Prickweenie sir, I was late today… Yes, yes, I know school starts at 7:45–but I’ve got 1st period prep and four kids–didja really expect me to be here AT 7:45? Or 8:00? or 8:15? Okay…8:30 IS reasonable, yes sir, I see that now…but that’s not my point… My point is, that you… Read More

I have no idea how to add this to my blog permanently…but I know that most of you do! Hey–if anyone is out there–could you check the web site and the short story section, and see if the text is black on black? I’ve got one report of black on black text, and my laptop… Read More

I’ve been sleeping all weekend–I don’t know what I got hit with, but I’m pretty sure it was a direct result of too much stress and too little sleep, and it involved fever, shaking, and breaking out into the stanky sweats…and pretty much nothing else accomplished in the Amy Lane house of Domestic Pain…except this:… Read More

An exit from the land of Bummage. Okay, there’s been some highly amusing stuff on the kid front in the last couple of weeks–let’s see if I can recap: The Cave Troll: After that horrible moment with “Take off your shoes, mama, take them off?” I went to pick him up from day care (mind… Read More

Okay…I bribed Chicken with the offer to wear my newest FO (the fingerless mitts are finally done–they’re in the Samurai’s yarn and they look pretty good, in spite of their fraternal status) in order that she would take pictures of our craptacular abode for bells’ meme. She did it–we had pictures of the the crap-family-castle… Read More

Sorry to leave you all hanging on that ‘giant flesheating beetle’ thing…the Cave Troll was in fine shrieking form yesterday… I’m not sure what was bothering him, but it was, by effect, bothering the whole rest of us. I heard myself writing yesterday’s post in the grocery store, trying to apologize to the whole produce… Read More

Will the mad scientist who genetically engineered the ginormous toxic flesh eating beetle the crawled up my son’s ass this morning, please come back and reclaim his work. The poor kid needs a nap.

Some days you’re the dead mouse that’s been flopped back and forth until your eyes bulge out and your insides are jelly. Today was my second AP Saturday, and, for an extra bit of spice, I brought the little ones… Mate was tied up seeing a friend about a horse (yes, really–not that we’d actually… Read More

Okay okay okay… I know it was the “Thinking Bloggers” meme, but did you really need me to THINK? So. Not. Fair. I’m still terribly proud that bells named me (you should see her knitting by the way…So. Gorgeous.)but I don’t blog enough–I don’t read enough blogs, that is. The ones I do read, I… Read More