Well.

As long weekends go, this one has been epically lousy. And not likely to get all that much better all that soon. So imma hop under the cut kind of now, because this is likely to be a lot of ridiculous babbling and venting, with a healthy dose of poor me.

( Cut for sick babies, stomach flu, sleep deprivation, and self pity. )

It's 1:39am as I start writing this, and I am not asleep. I am not asleep, and I really, really wish I was, but I don't know if it's spending days and weeks on and off taking cold medicine, or if it's because I can't shut my brain down, but it's 1:40am, and my brain's still whirring up a storm. So, while I hope that I get tired enough to sleep, I'm ( Read more... )

I have a baby. Okay, it's my sister's, but I get to share a little.

She's adorable, she's got buckets of hair, and her mommy and daddy couldn't be happier. They're bringing her home from the hospital any minute now, and I'll be here to say welcome home.

( Here, below the cut, is my rabbit. )

I have a baby! Okay, it's not my baby, it's my sister's baby, but that makes it my baby too ( Read more... )

My sister is having a baby ( Read more... )

My great uncle passed away in hospice this morning. He's the boy's great uncle, technically, but I've known him since I was sixteen years old, so I think he counts as mine.

( More about Great Uncle O )

I got back this weekend from a flying visit with a dual purpose--to see my sister (Saz) and her baby-still-on-the-inside, and to see my friend (Kay) and her baby on the outside. Which doesn't sound all that surreal just put like that, does it? Trust me--it was.

( Cut for talk of pregnancy, hospitals, and premature babies... )

2.5 days at daycare, and the babies brought home colds for themselves, and the flu for me. FML.

I'm selling them to Cirque de Soleil.

*returns to bed to curl up under stack of blankets and shiver myself to death*

I don't even know where to start. Maybe I need to be three people--one to go to work, one to do all the at-home, kid-and-house-and-family stuff, and one to be able to post to my journal and let everyone know why I've disappeared off the face of the planet. I'm gonna go with bullet points, because as much as I'd rather do more than the 30 second ( Read more... )

(It's not her real name, but I don't have an animal name picked out for her, so Ella will do just fine ( Read more... )