Yikes, Connie. I'd be...not pleased.

ita !, frustration, your life has too much of it.

She looked rather dashing though in her new Burberry coat that her father gave her for Christmas. Fancy! Pretty!

But feel better, JZ.

flea, M is obsessed with Minecraft as well. He was delighted to get a $10 iTunes gift card so he can buy the...I dunno. Different version?

Working. Back is ouch. Must go feed child and put laundry in. Oh, the glamour.

Is LJ down for anyone else?

Working for me just now, Consuela.

Took migraine meds and a nap to deal with headache, but still have lots of work that is (over)due. Don't have the oomph to do it though...partly due to lingering vacationitis, and partly due to the after-effects of meds. Trying to decide how to convince myself off the internet...

Timelies all!

Just feeling lazy here....

I am in possibly the world's foulest mood. I don't think working between Christmas and New Year's is good for me.

Also, I got home and my husband had gotten a buzzcut. Because he felt like it.

I want to adopt that calendar that has 12 30-day months and then 5-6 holidays at the end of the year. At least until January.

Agh. I did a ton of work right before I went on vacation, so it would be DONE (and on time/early, since it was technically due while I was on vacation). Turns out half of it got EATEN by the program i enter it into, and now I have to figure out what i wrote and recreate it. ARGH. I hate this backwards 1990s freaking program we have to use. It only works in IE6?!!?! I have to run it through an emulator, which often takes literally half an hour to start...

Don't forget February, the doldrums month.

At B'ham airport. Flight delayed 20 minutes, of course after checking status just before we left the house 15 minutes prior. Oh well, it's in the air at least.

Tyler really wants to come visit. That's been his obsession the past couple days. I think he gets it can't happen unt after his birthday in may, but his concept of when may is, is a little suspect. It's cute.

I guess I should go through security at least now.

I need to rant here more often. I'm so used to quietly carrying my load that I forget I have venues of stress relief. The day was much calmer after having a virtual shriek. I wonder why I've internalized so much the idea that I mustn't let it be seen how much strain I'm under? I know it upsets Hubby, and my primary life's goal is to minimize the considerable stress he's under, and he will try until he breaks to make things easier on me. It's a hellish feedback loop of each of us trying to take care of the other.

Those darned Puritan ancestors. Stiff-upper-lipped New Englanders. Why can't I be more like my Dutch pirate, whom I'm sure had more assertive methods of stress relief? Though I doubt the town of Baltimore, Ireland, would appreciate it.