In the past week my house has been the scene of a dozen exuberant pukes and probably twice as many overflowingly-pooed diapers, courtesy of a nasty bug that’s raged unchecked through the toddlerish population of my city. I count it as nothing short of a miracle that I’ve not caught it, considering how much of my babies’ ejecta I’ve…er…caught.
Additionally, I’ve exchanged a number of troubling emails with the people whose donated dna swim through my body. Their emails shouldn’t, but do, leave me wrung out. Oddly enough, none of these arrived on or acknowledged in any way my birthday. Perhaps after forty of the darn things they’ve had their fill?
During this week both the kids’ father and my main squeeze have been out of town, out of range of helpfulness to me as it applies to grocery store runs (the former) or orgasms (the latter). Sad pandas.
And I have a court appearance related to this ongoing fiasco, which I am looking forward to as much as I would in having my uvula gnawed off slowly by elderly alligators; in other words, not very much.
All this is on top of the typical vicissitudes of running home, children and online life, including but not limited to downed servers, running out of milk, a broken mini door, and some odious email dude who offered to cyber with me or any other “lonely friends” I could possibly procure for him. To that I said thank you but NO.
Nevertheless, I’m not griping. Nope, definitely not griping. Life is grand! Couldn’t be better! I look forward to each day with a sense of shining expectancy, breathing in the fresh effluvium of awesome possibility (as well as the tang of puked-on carpeting and rotting diapers); then I leap forth from my bed, ready to herd cats, tilt at windmills, roll rocks uphill, and whatever other ultimately pointless though temporarily satisfying tasks I set before myself.
It’s that or start drinking. All things considered, I think I’ll carry on rolling rocks.
Your cheerfulness is infectious :o)
I feel the same way – most days I say to my (new) wife, “Isn’t life good?” are we always agree that it is. It’s absolutely bloody brilliant to be able, at last, to look forward into the distant future full of optimism.
Just a little surprised, though, that you said ‘Thank you’, to the odious dude ;o)
*claps*
Awesomeness all around! Sometimes I feel like I’m herding cats, but then I figure out it’s just laundry time.
( and by claps i meant the kind you do with your hands, not the owie bagina kind, lol )
Slow Learner,
Consider that poetic license. I actually said “Are you out of your mind?”
:)
One of the things we have learned while living on our sailboat is we can not control the wind but I can control the set of the sails and the direction I take.
Hang in there and good luck
AAG, you’re just wonderful in six dimensions and a great source of capability porn. :-)
I’m *so* sorry about the bugs, in both your children, your servers, and your car doors. I’ve got the same model car you do, with, I think, the same door problems. If so I sympathize even more.
Take care,
figleaf
p.s. what Southern Swinger said.
Is ejecta really a word, or did you just make that up? Either way, I’m going to try and use it at least three times today.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/ejecta
Of course ejecta is a word. I’d never make up words. Words are sacred!
::aghast::
:P
not sure how to post a link but this post made me think of “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life” by Eric Idle
If you decide to go the drinking binge route let me know, 1st round would be on me…
http://www.thebards.net/music/lyrics/Always_Look_Bright_Side_Life.shtml
Aw, c’mon! The bestest authors make up words!
If it is a particularly violent ejecta, is it projecta ejecta? :-)
” I’d never make up words. Words are sacred!” But, that’s the best reason to make them up!
Y’all know I was just kidding about that, right?
Hey! Do you need milk or anything from the store? Just let me know hon!!
Also, “Carry on!!”