busy Sunday
Mar. 18th, 2007 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleaI am tired and have a sore head, so you get a list of assorted thoughts instead of my usual elegant prose (yeah, right.)
1. The Dillo bit the shit out of me 45 minutes ago. mr. flea came running, saying, "you really screamed!" The Dillo grinned. It didn't bleed, but did leave a mark. Damn it, I am not standing for this shit. Those new teeth are sharp as hell.
2. We went to the Pony Party. Casper came outside and was introduced to the pony and brushed it a little but then went inside to play with Ellen's toys, and the prospect of a ride on the pony could not entice her out. I did't push. I think she was a little socially anxious as the other girls are all in school together and the only one she knew was Ellen. It made me sad, though. It's exactly the sort of thing I do at parties.
3. I spent the whole walk home feeling very very poor and socially inadequate. We were at RFMom's house for the first time since they got their new screened porch, garage, fence, driveway, and truck, and their house always looks so styled and neat (in addition to being gorgeous). She had gotten bandanna napkins for the Pony theme, that kind of thing. I know RFMom feels socially inadequate compared to the richer parents at their kids' school. I know she works really hard and feels a lot of pressure to create the Martha Stewart-esque picture. I wouldn't want to live like that. And yet, I still feel jealous and inadequate. Comparisons are odious.
4. Received in email, from a new mother, about her son: "Right now, he's just so beautiful to me, I don't know what to do." Aw!
5. My mother has been appointed curator of the Lexington Historical Society. It's only a 10 hour a week job, but she is very chuffed (and also said, "I need to find a mentor, fast!")
6. Dillo is okay, still way snotty but not feverish - I think it was a teething fever. He's been constipated and crying with each tiny pebble poop all weekend, though.
7. Casper is better and I let her eat 4 dark chocolates that came in her goody bag at 3:30 pm and all of a sudden right now she is bouncing off the walls with energy. Like, insane. I'm a little scared about the prospect of trying to get her to bed.
8. Damn, do I have to go to work tomorrow? Ah well, it's a short week - we fly to Boston Friday AM. I hope the snow melts some...
1. The Dillo bit the shit out of me 45 minutes ago. mr. flea came running, saying, "you really screamed!" The Dillo grinned. It didn't bleed, but did leave a mark. Damn it, I am not standing for this shit. Those new teeth are sharp as hell.
2. We went to the Pony Party. Casper came outside and was introduced to the pony and brushed it a little but then went inside to play with Ellen's toys, and the prospect of a ride on the pony could not entice her out. I did't push. I think she was a little socially anxious as the other girls are all in school together and the only one she knew was Ellen. It made me sad, though. It's exactly the sort of thing I do at parties.
3. I spent the whole walk home feeling very very poor and socially inadequate. We were at RFMom's house for the first time since they got their new screened porch, garage, fence, driveway, and truck, and their house always looks so styled and neat (in addition to being gorgeous). She had gotten bandanna napkins for the Pony theme, that kind of thing. I know RFMom feels socially inadequate compared to the richer parents at their kids' school. I know she works really hard and feels a lot of pressure to create the Martha Stewart-esque picture. I wouldn't want to live like that. And yet, I still feel jealous and inadequate. Comparisons are odious.
4. Received in email, from a new mother, about her son: "Right now, he's just so beautiful to me, I don't know what to do." Aw!
5. My mother has been appointed curator of the Lexington Historical Society. It's only a 10 hour a week job, but she is very chuffed (and also said, "I need to find a mentor, fast!")
6. Dillo is okay, still way snotty but not feverish - I think it was a teething fever. He's been constipated and crying with each tiny pebble poop all weekend, though.
7. Casper is better and I let her eat 4 dark chocolates that came in her goody bag at 3:30 pm and all of a sudden right now she is bouncing off the walls with energy. Like, insane. I'm a little scared about the prospect of trying to get her to bed.
8. Damn, do I have to go to work tomorrow? Ah well, it's a short week - we fly to Boston Friday AM. I hope the snow melts some...