My kid is more criminal than your kid.

I hate myself right now. The batteries in the camera are dead. DEAD and Scrunch is up WAY past her bedtime picking the lock to our bedroom with a bobby pin. No joke. I told you she was a genius. Perhaps I should be concerned. I will go charge the batteries and maybe next week I can watch her jam a door with my credit card.

She makes my life so easy.

Me to Scrunch, "Would you like a nap?"

"Yesh"

"Ok"

And down she goes. Does that mean I have to listen to her when she says "Nooooo."?

What is the world coming to?

Headlines on Yahoo! news...

"10 Highest Paid Actors" with a picture of Will Smith's good lookin' mug next to it. Now, I'm not complaining about that. But...

In much smaller font, "North Korea Warns of Nuclear War".

Is it just me, or is that a big 'ole neon sign of priorities being way out of wack!?!?!

Now, back to burying my head in the sand and staring and that good lookin' dude.

Love thy Neighbor

Like most apartments, ours definitely lacks storage space. Space of any sort if we're going to be really honest. So our patio is not a relaxing spot to sip tea, but a make shift garage. But one where we store things that no one would want to steal. It's on the ground floor and well... people have a tendency to help themselves to things not locked down. That is not what our neighbors do.

I don't really know the neighbors. And quite frankly, nor do I want to. If I knew them I might have to feel bad about the Coonhound that resides with us. As of this moment, I don't feel bad. Because here's what I do know.

Our neighbors are lazy. Lazy good for nothin's if you ask me. They have a little rat of a dog. For a long time we didn't even know they had a rat dog because they never take the said dog out to do it's business. But even rat dogs pee and poop. They let it go on their porch. They actually do store crap on their porch.

As I sat down this evening to the computer, I heard an unusual sound. The sound of water dripping quite heavily, but it couldn't be rain. Could it? Um, no. That would be the sound of the water dripping from above while the neighbors clean the crap off their porch- directly onto mine and my not-quite-so crappy crap.

Somebody walk their cat next to our window right now! I'd like to un-leash the fury of Coonhound hell on my neighbors. After all, I don't know them, don't want to, and what I do know makes me all that more excited to move in two weeks.

What to do when you have too much to do.

From Nevernotknitting- LegWarmies

Whisper Cardigan- Interweave Knits Spring 2009

Jaywalker Socks- Grumperina

Somehow this does not look like packing.

Read between the lines.

Last night-

Fellow knitter- "Are you stressed?"
Me (kind of laughing)- "Um, yes"
Fellow knitter- "Yeah, I read your blog. I can usually read between the lines, and I think you might be stressed."

Yes, OK people. I am stressed. Raise your hand if you are not stressed? What? No takers? (And if you do have your hand up, realize I hate you right now!) Stress is normal. It is a normal response to life's circumstances sometimes. And even though I KNOW THAT EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT LIKE IT'S SUPPOSED TO, right now I'm still a little stressed.

My friend recently told her husband, "the next time the Mayor buys a house she doesn't think she'll do it on fertility meds." To which his response was somewhere along the lines of "Holy Shit!" (His words, not mine.) But thank you for understanding. Add to that a completely unexpected phone call from our caseworker, a new role at work and my plate is a little full at the moment. The cardiac work up a couple of weeks ago might have been my body's way of telling me to chill out, or it might be something to stress about. Which came first? The chicken or the egg. Life or stress? Or was it stress then life?

Considering I have yet to have a breakdown in public, I have (as of right now) not cussed anybody out (out loud), and my marriage is not on the rocks, I think I'm handling things very well. I do admit to sleeping on the couch last night, but it's because my couch is very comfortable. More comfortable than my bed.

Stress is normal. I can do stress. What I don't do is laundry. If you'd like to be a real help don't tell me not to stress, come help fold this mountain.

If I link something three times you should go read it.

The first time I read this, I cried. And cried. Then I read it to my husband. Twice. Scrunch was still new and I must have been completely overwhelmed by the idea that I was now a mommy. It completely captured what I felt like I had been missing. Everything I had looked forward to.

As I drove to the park today and then home again to change into swimming suits when I found out the fountains were on, I remembered it. You should go read it.

I want to read it every day. Because this, this is exactly what I pictured being a mom was about.