* I feel like I should PayPal her the cost of a 50-minute hour. Ginny summed up a lot of Hotter's side of the fuckwittage nicely. Unfortunately for Hotter (well, and my mental health), after I wrote yesterday's post he said something much worse, as in "so bad that because I'll most likely end up forgiving him, I'm not recording it for posterity lest y'all all judge me for the fact that he still draws breath." Dammit, Hotter.
* Despite the above, and a night of next to no sleep (because apparently at two in the morning Isis was whimpering for me so Hotter came and knocked on the bedroom door and WOKE ME UP, AND OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK WITH THE ALWAYS WAKING ME UP LATELY, GOD DAMMIT MAN???), I set out early to the grocery store and bought peanut butter and bread and strawberries and chips and cookies and drink pouches and took everyone to the park for a picnic. Because my kids haven't seen me not-working-or-sleeping in weeks, and it's when you feel the least like doing these things that other people generally most need you to do them (dammit some more). Hotter came too, despite my telling the boys that he wanted a break from us all, because they begged him to (and because of course the moment I was so disgusted as to want to forcibly GIVE him one, or possibly one in each LEG, he no longer wanted a break in the slightest), and it was fine. We all had a good time. We petted goats and fed bread to giant koi in a beautiful garden and admired ancient stonework and smelled flowers. The children rolled down a giant hill and nobody puked or got stung by a bee or skinned their knee or had an allergy attack (my lungs even behaved admirably, despite there being a lot of hill-climbing involved, and even some hill climbing avec five-year-old-on-shoulders on the way back to the MFA Minivan, which obligingly did not overheat). It's like even the fucking piece of shit van KNEW that the next one to look at me cockeyed would die with the asinine look still on their face.
* While we were gone, we missed a text from SOMEone in Arctic Tundra State where all of my in-laws live, saying "Im in ur neighborhood!!!!!" The moment I read it to Hotter (he can't see the screen of his phone well in daylight) we each went and locked a door. Haha. Hotter went and called his son, who said it wasn't him, and we still have no idea who sent the text (it may have even been a wrong number). I'm slightly disappointed, as in-laws (while well-intentioned, certainly) are EXPENDABLE and I think I'm going to need to kick SOMEone's arse before the weekend is up.
* How are all of YOU?