Too tired...

but, maybe that will change soon. Glory be, I found out Thursday that I am anemic. Hmmm, I don't think I spelled that right. Whatever. Maybe after some time taking lots of iron I'll feel more able to cope with life, kids, etc. Maybe I won't keep walking past all the junk on the floor, the dust bunnies behind the doors, and the lonely, underused vacuum cleaner. Maybe I won't feel so hopeless. Please let it be so.

Satisfaction

This is Alice in a puddle of cheerios. She went to the pantry, got the box, dumped the whole thing (it was full) on the floor and proceeded to swim in it with joyful squealing, all as if she'd been waiting her whole little life to do it. It really did look like fun.

Middle of the night

What am I doing? I'm not a journal keeper as a rule. Are blogs so much a part of my life now that its just natural to have my own? I guess if there's a blog for everything then there can be a blog for me, for my uninteresting little life. Suddenly, I feel like I could figure out how to get photos off the digital camera and even get them posted. I want to write about my kids and have pictures to go with the funny and awful stories. It's Halloween season, full of adorable things to document.
We'll see.

Orientation

Odd how I meant this to be like any journal but, despite certain anonimity in the overwhelming blog crowd, I find myself writing for the strangers out there. As if. Reset.

Geography

Where my life is today: On planet Medication. Please take your meds everyday or risk embarrassing yourself and possibly hurting someone's feelings very badly.

It's not as though I don't know better, and something was nagging at my brain while I went off about the resource teacher, but I said the whole hurtful thing before acknowledging another parent who had been trying to catch my eye. Turned out she was trying to tell me I could be heard by the poor subject of my bilious rant. Fuck.

So, I can't sleep. Huge surprise.