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withdiamonds at 08:17am on 26/05/2015
withdiamonds at 08:17am on 26/05/2015Aw, someone left kudos on five popslash stories last night, which just absolutely made my day. Also one of my hockey stories, which once again made me wish I could write.
Things with the kids living here are going well. Nic and I are getting along fine and are being very cooperative with our Sebastian time. He takes mornings and I take afternoons, but so far we're both being very flexible. I have a hair appointment this morning - I finally found a place after over a year of going back to Pittsburgh, and I'm hoping I won't be the youngest person there. Those are the perils of going to the same person's tiny little shop for over 20 years, I guess. Then I have to take my car in for some stuff, and even if I won't be back by noon, it won't be a big deal, because we're *cooperating.* Except that the carseat was in Erin's car when she went to work this morning, so whoever has Seba is stuck at home. Carseat coordination has been a bit iffy so far, actually.
And of course, so far in the weeks they've lived here, Nic has had an earwax impaction (and thought he'd gone deaf overnight), a tweaked muscle in his neck (where he walked around with his head bent forward staring at the ground for three days), and pink eye (which he caught from Sebastian, the daycare germs' last gasp.) He now thinks of me as his medical consultant, because no one else will give him any sympathy. His degree of mansickness is extraordinary, making Larry look absolutely stoic. I just keep sending him to urgent care.
Erin is stressed and exhausted. She leaves for work at 7:30 and gets home around 6:30. She's trying to decide when to quit work, and I think she's aiming for the middle of July. She's flying to Middlebury next month for a job interview, managing the college bookstore. They want her to start August 1, but if they get the faculty housing they want, which they should find out about this week, they can't move in until August 15. So, stress. It making her a little cranky.
Anyway, we're muddling through. I'm enjoying Seba, I like having people around, like having people to make dinner for, like having a reason to get off the couch after a very long winter. I've even lost some weight chasing Seba around. He never stops, really. I just need to do some ab work to save my back, what with him wanting to be picked up and put down every ten seconds.
I'm finally catching up on Supernatural, and am enjoying watching it at a leisurely pace.
The Blackhawks, on the other hand, are killing me. They never quit, but I have a bad feeling about how this series is going to end. Jonathan Toews, however, is a god.
Things with the kids living here are going well. Nic and I are getting along fine and are being very cooperative with our Sebastian time. He takes mornings and I take afternoons, but so far we're both being very flexible. I have a hair appointment this morning - I finally found a place after over a year of going back to Pittsburgh, and I'm hoping I won't be the youngest person there. Those are the perils of going to the same person's tiny little shop for over 20 years, I guess. Then I have to take my car in for some stuff, and even if I won't be back by noon, it won't be a big deal, because we're *cooperating.* Except that the carseat was in Erin's car when she went to work this morning, so whoever has Seba is stuck at home. Carseat coordination has been a bit iffy so far, actually.
And of course, so far in the weeks they've lived here, Nic has had an earwax impaction (and thought he'd gone deaf overnight), a tweaked muscle in his neck (where he walked around with his head bent forward staring at the ground for three days), and pink eye (which he caught from Sebastian, the daycare germs' last gasp.) He now thinks of me as his medical consultant, because no one else will give him any sympathy. His degree of mansickness is extraordinary, making Larry look absolutely stoic. I just keep sending him to urgent care.
Erin is stressed and exhausted. She leaves for work at 7:30 and gets home around 6:30. She's trying to decide when to quit work, and I think she's aiming for the middle of July. She's flying to Middlebury next month for a job interview, managing the college bookstore. They want her to start August 1, but if they get the faculty housing they want, which they should find out about this week, they can't move in until August 15. So, stress. It making her a little cranky.
Anyway, we're muddling through. I'm enjoying Seba, I like having people around, like having people to make dinner for, like having a reason to get off the couch after a very long winter. I've even lost some weight chasing Seba around. He never stops, really. I just need to do some ab work to save my back, what with him wanting to be picked up and put down every ten seconds.
I'm finally catching up on Supernatural, and am enjoying watching it at a leisurely pace.
The Blackhawks, on the other hand, are killing me. They never quit, but I have a bad feeling about how this series is going to end. Jonathan Toews, however, is a god.