It’s been a very stressful… while. Everything just sorts of blends together, and after a while the constant state of anxiety starts to feel so normal that I forget when it started, or what started it… everything just feels fucked up in one way or another. While I was in the store, an elderly stranger offered the perfect description of this feeling ( Read more... )

Zephyra has developed this quirk in her language where her standard response to things is "What". This is way, way more annoying than it sounds. I have no way of knowing if she's actually asking "What?" or confusing it with another question like, "Why?" or is simply making some sort of emphatic noise like, "Huh" that's gotten mixed up with an ( Read more... )

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The holidays have never been my strong point, and I tend to sort of absorb into myself to get through the month. The last few years have actually been mildly improved over previous ones. Okay, maybe significantly improved if I really think about it. There was once a time when the holiday season was so steeped in PTSD nonsense that I could even ( Read more... )

Two days before Jericho's birthday a tiny baby bunny appeared outside my back door, which is sliding glass leading into a small, but high-fenced backyard. I see the babies often enough in little groups around the complex, tiny ones don't generally wander too far from the nest until they're about the size of a large softball and then start to ( Read more... )

I have always been enamoured by my mother's vast collection of artifacts and antiques. She has little caches of them stashed all over the place; between her home, my garage and the basement of my brother's house. Some pieces are nestled in tiny old cigar boxes, wrapped with newspaper and sealed in Ziploc bags; others are wrapped up all together ( Read more... )

This has to be the most hilariously unlucky move attempt ever. I mean, at this point I've gone far beyond the crying and shaking stage and am right into the hysterical laughter stage. Every one more thing wrong was like another pie in the face.
Whenever I'm tempted to ask how my karma got so bad to deserve all this, I try to spin it to, "This is ( Read more... )

So it turns out we're moving out of here by the 1st. That's about 7 days. A week is both an agonizingly long time, and seriously not enough time at all. Both of these things are entirely the fault of Curtis' work schedule, as usual, because it means that 90% of the packing and cleaning needs to be done either by myself or during the few hours a day ( Read more... )

We've been trying to have more outings as a family during this summer vacation, especially since Curtis' work shift is so long and difficult that it means we pretty much never see him except on his 'weekends' (and we're both so exhausted that we usually spend half of the first day sleeping while the kids play video games). So, on the latter half of ( Read more... )

Xan had surgery on the 25th to remove the little lump off his finger. They aren't entirely sure what it is, but it's probably harmless, so after taking him to the doctor (who then referred us to a dermatologist or a cosmetic surgeon or something) she decided to take it off and biopsy it. We have a follow-up appointment in six weeks, which is kind ( Read more... )