I have an updatey 'how is this my life?!?!?!' post that I started and saved back on June 16 to complete and post. Something's telling me that the details contained within might just be a little bit outdated.

( I am sick. )

I haven't done a follow up on my daycare/subsidy situation since I wrote about it because I've been too busy dealing with the fallout to write about the fallout. But I'm now up and running with The New Plan, as it were, I figure it's an appropriate time to do that. This is gonna get long, and most likely bitchy, so I'm gonna cut it.

( The appeal process was a complete no-go. )

Did I tell everyone that I moved? Because... I moved. And now there are boxes, and they are all over, and there's babyproofing and unpacking and oh my god, work, and oh my god, I can't find my pants, and my brain hurts. And I'm buried underneath the giant pile of balls that I'm dropping (you there in the back, stop snickering because I said balls ( Read more... )

And it's not working, in the emotional 'just breathe' or the physical 'just breathe' way ( Read more... )

- my immune system

- my inexplicably swollen and puffy eyes

- my eye drops, which have disappeared (seriously-- I have 3 bottles of the good stuff, which ashinae made me pick up--do you think I can find one of them? No ( Read more... )

1) ( Monkeygirl is doing great )

Some of that's my fault. I slept in too late on Saturday, which led itself to being up way too late (say, seven am) on Sunday, then only getting 4 hours sleep before waking up again, but ugh. So. Tired. And this is going to be a hell of a week at work, then I've got a weekend of wedding and wedding related events, a baby shower one night this ( Read more... )

Let me repeat that. It's FIVE THIRTY in the morning. Anyone who knows me will know that I am about the world's farthest thing from a morning person. At the best of times, I'm an insomniac, and I'm much better at 2am after having been awake all day than I ever am at say, well, FIVE THIRTY after trying to sleep all night ( Read more... )

I went to bed just past ten last night. I KNOW! Am I sick or something? I don't think so... but clearly my body thinks that working 3 hours of overtime, including working through my lunch, is incredibly stupid. I have to say, I don't disagree there ( Read more... )

See, this is why no matter how cold it gets, you aren't going to catch me complaining about it being cold, not unless I've just been stranded out in the snow or something like that. If it's cold, you can always put on a sweater. When it's hot? There's only so naked you can get. And when you don't have air conditioning and it gets up to 43 ( Read more... )