terrible mood

[flea]

My mother called last night to say she missed us and wishes we'd move to Boston. And by the way she doesn't have a fall tenant for the Cape house yet...

So I have spent the day imagining us having a massive yard sale and heading up there. The fact that we live in a den of crap and mess and bad mattresses and no couch didn't hurt things, nor did birthday party #1 with massive stuffed deer head on the garage wall (yet another sociocultural niche in the Triangle) as the wealthy parents chatted, nor did contemplation of future birthday party, held at the Looni Faculty Club, of which we are not eligible to be members (because I am a non-exempt employee). Even the fact that it's a mild 90 degrees today isn't helping my desire to RUN SCREAMING AWAY FROM THIS STUCK LIFE.

Even my sick whiny rambunctious kids would be better-behaved in Cape Cod, don't you think?

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[dxmachina.livejournal.com]

Even my sick whiny rambunctious kids would be better-behaved in Cape Cod, don't you think?

At least you'd be close enough to the ocean to drown 'em.

[theodosia.livejournal.com]

Hey! Aunt Jane isn't working, she could be your (unpaid but for room & board) live-in nanny! It would totally work, you know, I'm sure we could talk her around to it, especially as it would give her time to write (don't tell her that it's hard to carve out writing time with Casper around, wait until she's committed to it.)