Seriously?

It's October. It's gonna be a long winter!

Tumbl for ya.

I'm on Tumblr, too, people. Here, right here: Present and Accounted For.

NaBloPoMo

Jenni is a long-time blog buddy who I've known since 2003 or so (?!) when I had my other blog. She's thinking she's going to get back to blogging for this year's NaBloPoMo. I've been writing a lot this week, so I'm thinking I'm going to join her in blogging every day! Can I do it? We shall see...

So tired.

El started crying at 5:45 AM this morning. The thing about El is, for the most part, if she wakes up, that's it. She cries and cries and gets so worked up that you're in for at least a half an hour or more. I went in, patted her and she laid back down. I had a feeling she'd freak out if I left, so I laid on the floor for a few minutes, willing either her or me to go back to sleep. It was quiet, I tried to leave, got all the way out to the hallway and then... she noticed. Crying, hiccuping, screaming "Mama, Mama"?? What are you going to do but go back in? El and I sat in the chair for a few minutes, but then Ru woke up too... completely awake and talking once she heard we were up. So... ugh. I turned on the lights and we got started with our day. Normally, I get at least another hour, more likely an hour and a half, more sleep. I am so sleepy. I've been trying to cut down my caffeine intake, but jeez. I've already had two cups of coffee and I think I'll go get a third. 

We may have finally decided on Halloween costumes for the girls. We've been procrastinating on it... ideally, we'd make some creative costumes for them (after jeerleading for the roller derby and doing Mermaid Parade so many years, we feel a little embarrassed not doing something from scratch), but it is not to be this year. Last year, El wore the hat from a bear costume my cousin gave us- this year she's going to wear the whole thing. We put it on her this morning and she loved it, so that overrides my misgivings about wearing the same costume two years in a row! Ru's going to wear El's leopard print coat and a pair of kitty cat ears. They're going to look cute even if they're not the most uniquely dressed. 

The girls' aunt (our donor's sister) comes to visit Tuesday. We are looking forward to her visit... she's a great girl and she loves our kids. I'm feeling thankful for the connections we have. 

Problem Solved

So that annoying thing that's been happening with the paragraph breaks, ie there haven't been any? It's because Bl.ogger opens up in html. Well, gee, if I'd noticed that, I would've put the g-d
tags in myself, now wouldn't I? Annoying. Well, now I know.

Also thanks to lovely K over at Role Playing, I finally know why I wasn't getting any comments. I mean, aside from the fact that I don't have many people reading. I think I've fixed the commenting problem. Oh, Bl.gger, you are a pain in the butt... it's a good thing you're free.

And speaking of K, she had the great idea to solve the girls' splashing, Mama steaming issue: clear shower curtain. Keep them behind it while they splash! I'll be picking up a clear shower curtain at Tar-jay next time I'm there.

In cute things, Ru came into the bathroom while I was blowdrying my hair. When I finished, she told me "good job, Mama." What a sweetie. Of course, that probably means I'm not doing the unconditional parenting thing right. Oh well, I'll take it.

I'll be honest...

I'd like to go out and get a drink. Not now, silly, it's the middle of the workday. Just, you know, sometime. Go have drinks, get all buzzy, talk about stuff. You know, girl stuff. Or just stuff.

Problem is, I don't have anyone to do that with any more. The only people we know that still go out to get drinks still go out on the reg-uh-lah. They do things like go to movies and plays, go drinking, and they don't have kids. They make me feel boring, like maybe I should gloss over my completely mundane existence (which leaves me with, well, NOTHING to talk about unless they want to hear about my latest tv interests Warehouse.13, Downton Abbey, or Walking Dead). They're also not people who we know very well, so it isn't like I want to confide in them about how frustrating parenting can be, or how broke we are, or how isolated we feel. All my get a drink or come over for a drink buddies live elsewhere now. Sads.