Sorry

Yesterday was so beautiful. I hope that as the cold foggy beginning of spring changes into days that allow us to go out more often, I find that it is all I have imagined. Because sometimes it's not. And as this lack of sleep combines with rain, I can't always distinguish between laziness and inability, or depression and boredom, or fatigue and apathy. The lines are blurred.

Choices

The other day I was minding my own business when I came across this article , which just made me feel like crappity-crap-crap-crap. And that's just an article. For $16.47 I can get the whole book and feel miserable for 384 pages. At the rate I read lately, that would be a whole lot of misery. I suppose you can't win either way, really.

Not so bad

It's Monday, and Mondays are usually a bit rough. The weekend is nice: I can go to the bathroom pretty much whenever I want, and I hear adult speech. But then Mondays come, and it's always a little bit of a shock-- both for me and the kids. Some are worse than others. Today is shaping up to be somewhat tolerable. The weather promises to let us at least take a walk outside. And sometimes I measure the quality of my day by how many poopy diapers I have to change (not just diapers, but poopy diapers). It's after 1:00 now, and I've only changed four. I guess I've got that going for me.

Update: In case you were wondering, the final tally... 6 (plus Tony changed one when he got home). As it turns out, the day could have been better.

Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose...

Feeling stuck in the house again, but this time it's April. This isn't supposed to happen. Our big "outing" was going to Target. Woo Hoo. This is one LONG April Fool's joke.