Nevermind again. The patch has been completely ripped off and he's smoking again. Fabulous.

Nevermind again - he does have a patch on. Huh.

Disregard my previous post. It's 10:46 & he has yet to put his patch on. Oh well.

Letting go

My loving husband (really, he does love me) has decided to give up smoking after more than 2 decades.

I hope more than anything that he is successful.

I believe he has the strength and the willpower to do it. I'm not sure that he's ready to really tap into that strength to succeed. But I really hope he does.

He says he still enjoys smoking, but that he knows he should quit. So the acid test is: what is stronger, body or mind?

Vote with me now: mind, mind, mind. Make it your mantra for the day, at least. It was my mantra all day yesterday.

The warm, solid weight of children is irreplacable. It's soothing, in a unique and universal way.

Shit My Kids Ruined

Makes you want to cry...

Genetics

Because of my grandparents' genes, I, and my children, tend to be clumsy. My family members would say that I came by this trait honestly.

Miraculously, I've never broken a bone or had to have stitches that weren't associated with surgery. The two or three concussions I've had weren't too bad, and I survived all car wrecks without any real damage. I still do really dumb things, though. (Tangent: the fact that I can't remember exactly how many concussions I have had is a side effect.)

This past Saturday, I was feeling exhausted and frustrated. I made my way into the living room, and for dramatic effect (ha ha), I collapsed backwards onto our ottoman. It would have had great effect on my husband's tirade in progress then, if he were watching. Instead, I kind of smashed my head against one of the supports for the sofa. In doing so, I found out that those supports are really, really hard. The end result of this act is that my head hurts, especially behind my left ear. Hopefully, I'm not screwing up anything too badly at work today.

Yesterday was sort of hazy for me. Sometime in the afternoon I fell asleep on the sofa with my daughter. Waking up late in the evening, then cooking, and spending time with a friend and my husband, totally screwed up my schedule. I fell asleep for good sometime around 1 am. I woke up around 7:15. I'm tired, and therefore have more little bits of nonsense floating around in my head than usual. Bear with me.

This is Ground Control to Major Tom...

Inspiration

I've been feeling lately that I want to get back into writing. I think that any writing I do has to be done anonymously. There are so many people out there, counting their page hits, keeping a mental tally of how popular they are.

Popularity has never been one of my skills.

I like it when I'm recognized as having talent, of course. Everyone loves praise. My particular history also tends to make me shy - painfully shy. The combination of wanting to be noticed and wanting to not be noticed at the same time can be somewhat confusing. I'm going to stick with the anonymity this time around.

So... it's nice to meet you. You can leave your name if you like, but I don't see any reason why you would need mine.