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I Look Around

Posted Jan 14 2009 8:21pm
I look around and see half-inch specks of tinsel in the living room and the front hall. I vacuumed every bit of tinsel after Christmas, and yet there are new pieces appearing every week. I think they laid eggs, and baby tinsel are starting to crawl out. I wonder if there will be a swarm.

Yesterday before I went to sleep I cleaned off the kitchen counter. I took the kids' books and put them in their chairs in the kitchen so the kids could put them away. I went through my paperwork and filed it. I put away the boxes of crackers and the empty glasses.

This morning the kitchen counter was full of stuff again. It is a stuff magnet. At night while we sleep, random stuff from all over the house congregates on the kitchen counter. It gets confused there, perhaps drinks some wine, and then can't find its way back to its proper place.

Daniel thought dinner smelled like shit tonight. And it did, except that it wasn't dinner. It was the bottom of Nora's shoe. She stepped in some particularly pungent, hay-laced shit while playing this afternoon. She walked across the playroom rug with her shoes on, washed her hands well at the kitchen sink, and sat down at the table with incredibly stinky shoes. We told her to take off the shoes & put them in the garage and then sweep up the chunks of shit that fell off of her shoes under the table.

Now the broom smells like shit.

Daniel's dinner numbers have been high. high HIGH HIGH. We've tinkered with basal & bolus rates. We have to call the pen nurse tomorrow. I don't know how to fix this stuff.

Last night we went out to dinner. The waiter looked at Nora, who was wearing a pink turtle neck covered by a pink & purple poncho with a fun fur trim & asked "what is he having for dinner?" HE? Yes, her hair is short, but not too short. She's actually growing it out now. She even let me blow it dry and fluff it up. She wears earrings. She's in fuzzy pink for God's sake!!! Why do people look at her and say "he?" It drives me crazy. Last year, when she got her hair cut so short and wore her usual tomboyish clothes, I could understand, even though it still made me mad. But when she makes an effort, when she puts on pink & fluffs her hair, the whole stupid world should see that she's a SHE.

How can it possibly be Sunday night? Work? Tomorrow? I haven't finished the laundry!! I haven't read enough blogs, I haven't cooked an extra meal for the week!! I can't find where Daniel put the dusting spray it's past bed time and the kids are still awake the Ctrl key keeps popping off and I can't finish writing
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