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So I spent today home with LB. For those who've been following our escapades, he seems to be doing a lot better - he's slept a *LOT* today, the worst of the purging seems to be gone, he's still peeing (yay for not dehydrating), and he was even good enough to play for a few hours this afternoon.
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woodardp comes home and after dinner, Nita goes out for some well earned "adult time".
Only...everyone's got plans at 8pm on a Friday night (yah, I know, who knew?)
So..okay, I need new bras.
Good luck finding cotton, non-underwire bras in my size that aren't sports bras. Nothing like being told that you have to suck up the synthetic and the wire for the sake of fashion & support.
Feh.
Came home and started looking around on LJ to see what's happening in the "wide world"...and I'm feeling oddly cut off again. Sometimes LJ is too voyeuristic. Maybe I'd feel less like I have no life if I couldn't tell quite so clearly that my friends have them. Or maybe I'd at least feel less self-pitying.
No, wrong word...not self-pitying...I love my son, and I am inordinately glad I had him. And I was never one of the "cool kids" before him either...regardless of my relationship state (single or married), child-ness state, etc..I've always been one of the kids on the edges - accepted by the nerds & cool kids, but not really embraced by either. Those groups that I could be, I'm geographically challenged from being able to pick up a phone and go "hey, wanna meet at Timmy's for coffee & chat?".
Feh.
So after essentially spending most of today alone with an unconcious LB (quicktongue and theAngel time aside...it was only a couple hours, and with LB), I spent another hour out trying to find some way to be an adult and stimulated by myself.
Not so successful.
I'm okay...just feeling..I don't know...very highschool...in that, "Wow...I don't want to change what I have, but I wish I had more" way.
Meh...I'll cope.
So
woodardp comes home and after dinner, Nita goes out for some well earned "adult time".Only...everyone's got plans at 8pm on a Friday night (yah, I know, who knew?)
So..okay, I need new bras.
Good luck finding cotton, non-underwire bras in my size that aren't sports bras. Nothing like being told that you have to suck up the synthetic and the wire for the sake of fashion & support.
Feh.
Came home and started looking around on LJ to see what's happening in the "wide world"...and I'm feeling oddly cut off again. Sometimes LJ is too voyeuristic. Maybe I'd feel less like I have no life if I couldn't tell quite so clearly that my friends have them. Or maybe I'd at least feel less self-pitying.
No, wrong word...not self-pitying...I love my son, and I am inordinately glad I had him. And I was never one of the "cool kids" before him either...regardless of my relationship state (single or married), child-ness state, etc..I've always been one of the kids on the edges - accepted by the nerds & cool kids, but not really embraced by either. Those groups that I could be, I'm geographically challenged from being able to pick up a phone and go "hey, wanna meet at Timmy's for coffee & chat?".
Feh.
So after essentially spending most of today alone with an unconcious LB (
quicktongue and theAngel time aside...it was only a couple hours, and with LB), I spent another hour out trying to find some way to be an adult and stimulated by myself. Not so successful.
I'm okay...just feeling..I don't know...very highschool...in that, "Wow...I don't want to change what I have, but I wish I had more" way.
Meh...I'll cope.
