But aside from that, she's still completely normal
In a new turn of events in our household, it has been decided that we will be traveling 350 miles (and back again) to spend Christmas with the in-laws.
I created and then pushed two 7 pound fully formed human beings out of an impossibly small opening.
I can do this.
I know it sounds completely asinine. But I want a cookie or a medal or something. My kids came home from the dentist with no new cavities.
Logan is irrationally excited about his new Red Power Ranger toothbrush.
Joseph will probably need some teeth pulled to make room for the massive amounts of teeth pushing in.
But dangit! NO NEW CAVITIES. GIMME MA COOKIE.
My husband is fine with my blog. Sometimes he reads, sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he’ll read something, because I specifically told him to. He understands that writing things down in any form is how I get it out of my head. For Mother’s Day, he got me a great coffee mug that said “Mommy Blogger.” For Father’s Day, I got him one that said “Blog Fodder.” (Get it? Father… Fodder? I thought it was funny)
Last night we were at our computers. We started talking about something, and I guess he put his foot in it. All of a sudden he starts talking faster and faster, and louder and louder, and I’m remaining silent (and my mouth open.) His finale was “FINE! I LOVE YOU OKAY???? I LOVE YOU, THAT’S IT! I’M DONE… Oh My God this is blog fodder isn’t it?”
And while I cannot for the life of me remember what we were arguing about… I’ll remember that moment.
You know that there are bad nights. Nights with a baby. Nights with a sick child. Nights being sick. Then there’s last night.
Happy freakin’ Monday.
Two icky things.
The first – not as important, and easier to write about – we had the first interview for my replacement at work today. Behind closed doors, so I couldn’t listen in. It felt icky. I know this was my decision, and it’s what’s best for my family, I just really really don’t like the process of training my replacement. I’m damn good at my job, and don’t want there to be comparisons. Although, there always inevitably are. Ok, I’ll stop whining now.
And Joseph. I’m not sure what to write about this from a legal perspective. Let’s just say that Joseph came to us last night with potentially damaging and/or abusive information (not against him, thank God), and I had to move forward with authorities. Being that Joseph was the witness, I’m hoping that he’s not too heavilly involved in the coming events. But there were many emails and phone calls between me and said authorities today. We’re not directly involved, so I’m hoping that our involvement will be minimal. All I’ll say about the subject is: Joseph came in to us last night, and asked us what a “sexual predator” is. Which I then had to explain to my 8 year old, and hopefully I child-proofed the answer enough, without making him feel like I was dummying it up.
Rough day today.
But, Poe bought Iron Man, and we plan on having a pizza/movie night with the kids when I get home, so hopefully we’ll have some fun, and relax, and not let the outside world intrude.
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