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Before I forget…

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Thought I better get a post in before I go to bed…  Was a little busy today, and couldn’t until now.

So the business has launched.  Let me know if I can help you!

Tomorrow will be the start of my last two weeks at work.  I’m excited and apprehensive all at the same time.  It’s finally happening!  Now we just have to pull this off as a family.  But tomorrow is my last day alone in the office, and then the rest of the time, I’ll be training the replacement.  Which is odd.  I’ll survive.

I’m hoping that once I get going at home, I’ll be able to concentrate a little more on my duties for Blissfully Domestic and Blog Nosh.  I’ve had to put them a little to the side for the time being, but I should be able to get back into the swing of things.

Oh.  And my mother has informed me that Hey!  I’m doing Thanksgiving!  You know – ALL of it!  Guess it’s good I’ll have time to clean, huh?

See you tomorrow.

How to Achieve the Worst Night’s Sleep Ever

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You know that there are bad nights.  Nights with a baby.  Nights with a sick child.  Nights being sick.  Then there’s last night.

  • Couldn’t easilly get to sleep…  Brain just kept going and going.
  • Must have slept, because now Logan has just smacked me in the face.  He’s in the middle, with his pillow, and Sassy is now asleep over my head, instead of by my side.
  • Awake again, with horrendous cramps.  2:10am.  Get up, take meds, heat up the corn pillow, try to go back to sleep, literally praying for let up from the pain.
  • Logan smacks me.
  • And again.
  • Sassy decides to do her nightly ritual of nuzzles and kneading.
  • Twice.
  • I hear Poe get up at 4:30am.
  • 10 minutes later, while he’s in the shower, I have to get up to turn the alarm off.  He didn’t turn it off, just put sleep mode on.
  • Hear some kind of scuffle, crash, and moan.  Run into kitchen, where Poe is nursing a sore knee.  Pebbles spooked and ran under his feet.
  • 10 minutes later it’s 5:20am and time for me to get up.

Happy freakin’ Monday.

Weird Haze

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I’m still in this weird haze.  Decisions made and acted upon – but I’m still in limbo.  I have no replacement yet, so I’m still at work.  Even though I know I’m going.  I hate limbo.

I don’t write much when I feel I’m in limbo.  It’s as though my brain shuts down, and I’m writing in a fog.  I only do the absolutely necessary.  The creative in me – even the need for back and forth discorse – fails me.  I don’t write, read, or comment.  I close myself off.  I’m sure it’s some kind of defese mechanism.

Some short bursts of news in no order of importance…

The kids started school yesterday.  Much excitement.  Logan just realized that the other kids he went to school with moved on to 1st grade, while he didn’t.  He took it well.  We had prepared him, but I don’t think it hit him until that moment.  Joseph is thrilled because in 3rd grade?  You have binders!  With dividers!  And an AGENDA.  So, so far, so good.  Pictures, perhaps, if I ever load them off the camera.

We STILL don’t have Poe’s car.  We’ll hopefully have it tonight.

Mom’s in the hospital again.  Nothing to say on that until we get some tests back.

I am going to be launching something.  A business.  Of my own.  Doing things that I’m good at.  I’ll make a formal announcement when I launch (which won’t be for a couple of months.)

Seriously?  I have nothing else.  Until things get cracking around here, I guess I’m just going to have to coast through it.  There’s no around.

I felt the earth move

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This is for my out of town friends who use the site to keep up with me, Poe, and the boys.

Yes, I felt the earthquake – on the phone ordering lunch on hold at the time.  Dude comes back on the line, “And what would you like?”  Me, “You guys okay over there?”  “Oh yes, it was just a particularly long order.”  Me, “I kind of meant the earth moving, but ok.”

All are well, accounted for, and just some broken stuff at home.  The boys would like it to happen again, but alas, that was out of PaPa’s jurisdiction.

And for posterity’s sake: 5.4 (originally thought to be 5.8) – Kid’s first quake, which they thought was the effing bomb.

More than you ever wanted to know

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OK.  So – men?  You can leave now.

Just us ladies?

I’ve got a little problem and I need help from you.  You see, I have this, well, nipple issue in my clothes.  As in the highbeams are ALWAYS on.

Today in the restroom, my shirt was folded up while I fastened my pants and I caught a glimpse in the mirror.  Mind you I’m wearing a tank top under my shirt.  Plus bra.  Which means, while folded up over itself, I had 6 layers over them, and still Major Highbeams.

WHAT DO I DO?  I just manage to cross my arms over my chest most of the time.  Is there a special kind of bra?  Is that what a padded bra is for?  I had never bought a padded bra before, as I have B+ cups, so I’ve never gone for more so to speak.

HELP ME.  This is embarrassing.  I mean – after kids, I don’t need an actual ARROW pointing south, you know?

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