Monthly Archives: December 2006

headache, day 3

You know, I generally walk through life composing blog entries. While cleaning the kitchen, walking down the street, dusting the bookshelves, I’m talking to myself, rewinding, editing, planning. But actually posting them? Not so much. Wonder why.

So Ignatz’s birthday was a success from his point of view… he got good loot and had fun. Two of his friends stayed overnight, and one of them is still here. Yes, day three. And it’s the best friend – now I have no problems with the principle of a best friend, God knows I value mine, but please. This is the child who never says anything when he can shout it. Who considers screaming a valid form of entertainment. Who has to be vocalizing every single waking moment. And both my children seem to feel the need to keep up with him, so the cacophony is trebled. And he’s often mean to the Sniglet, who adores him for reasons I find completely incomprehensible. So in addition to the shouted conversation there are also the occasional heartbroken wails from my younger son, and then I have to comfort him.

Also? Boy. Some of you do not have this kind of son, but there are lots of them out there: his mother in ineffectual, his father is the only real authority in his house, so he doesn’t respect any women and feels free to be rude to his friends’ mothers as well. Now, when Ignatz was 5 and we lived in the States, I was able to cope with the occasional bad behavior from one of his friends. My basic principle was, while you’re in my house, you’re my child: I’ll bandage your boo-boos, feed you, and bark at you if you’re bad. But that doesn’t work here for two reasons: one, I’m not confident enough in my German to be sure of making myself understood; and two, I don’t like this kid.

But my kids do. And I’m not in the business of choosing their friends for them. I will be, if they ever pick friends that could hurt them or land them in jail, but this one’s basically just obnoxious. And loud.

So I have this headache, and I’m being a martyr, and I hate martyrs.

Also? This is not one of the blog entries I’ve been walking around composing. I’ll get those out at some point. Really.

Song du jour of the day: One Last Party (weekend in New York), by KiDDO

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when I get a few precious minutes to myself…

I waste them on stuff like this:

E’en so here below below,
Let alala be swungen.

Ding Dong Merrily on High
from the Christmas Song Generator.

Sounds like I’ve been drinking. A lot. I mean, really: swungen? But no, I have a house full of twelve-year-olds, and I must keep my wits about me. Any minute now they’ll start flinging feces. Or is it baboons that do that? I can never remember.

The Christmas-song thing was ganked from the ever-fabulous BusyMom.

Song du jour of the day… should be obvious.


Still working out the jet lag kinks, so this may be a tad on the incoherent side.

Working from home sucks. For one thing, nobody believes that you really work, so the family feels free to interrupt you every two minutes, and outsiders, especially other moms, give you that smirky, “must be nice” look that always make me wish for a handy chainsaw. Yes, I brought work home from the office – uh, three and a half weeks ago, now – and the pile is not getting smaller.

I am totally unprepared for Ignatz’s birthday the day after tomorrow – totally. And if you ask me anything about Christmas, I will start to wheeze. I really will.

Also? PMS. Gah.

Song du jour of the day: Blood Shot Adult Commitment, by Madrugada.

jet… lagh… yawn… zzzzz…

WOW, is my schedule a mess. I don’t think I’ve ever had it this bad before. My sleeping hours make no sense at all, and the people in this house keep expecting me to, you know, cook stuff for them and listen to them talk. And then, at 3:30 a.m. when I’m wide awake and ready to rock, suddenly nobody needs me. I ask you. Is this gratitude?

Well. DrBob is going to Salamanca on Wednesday, to be gone for five days. I’ll be able to go to bed when the kids do, and maybe by the time he gets back I’ll have settled into a normal pattern.

When he gets back, Ignatz will be 12. Thought I’d mention it now because on the actual day (this Friday) he wants to have 4 or 5 friends over for a snack-buffet and movie and whatever hilarity a bunch of 12-year-old boys can come up with. So as you can imagine, I’ll be too busy twitching and screaming to blog.

Song du jour of the day: American Music, by the Violent Femmes.


And I MISSED you guys! I’m sorry, I really, really couldn’t post (she says to the two people who still even check her blog anymore), it was really really too hectic. They were full houses, what I stayed in, everything going on all the time, and I had a blast, but I’m so tired now, I think I need a vacation.

Seattle, hooaugh. I had so much to get done, and on the monday the heavens opened and dumped the century’s worst weather (thus far) on the poor city. Outsiders always smirk about how Seattle slams shut on an inch of snow, until they get there and realize it takes about two hours for that to turn into an inch of ice – in a city that is all hills. Didn’t make it downtown at all, and had to postpone my flight to Denver to get out to Port Townsend and do my banky stuff. Ack. I saw most of my people though, so that’s pretty good.

Denver = awesome, because it contains my brother, his missus, and 5 fabulous niblings, of whom I’d only met the top 3, and that a long time ago. They are a hoot, and also a tiny glimpse of how my own children might be if I weren’t a) crazy, and b) mean. I’ll work on it, I promise.

And now I’m home, and the Sniglet has grown a new tooth, lost two old ones, and is at least two inches taller than when I left. And Ignatz is mad at me because I said no to some computer game thingy he wanted. Good to be back home. Oh, also? Apparently it was unseasonably warm while I was gone, but today we got rain that turned into snow. Typical.

Anyway, not only did I not write, I didn’t read, so now I have to go read all y’all’s last two weeks of bloggage. I may be awhile.

Song du jour of the day: um, Jerk It Out, by the Caesars. I know I’ve used it before. What can I say, I like it