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I have somehow survived another day home with the kids. Heh, that makes the situation sound a lot worse than it was. They’re good kids who love to play with each other, but I keep having this stupid persistent throbbing headache, and it doesn’t mesh well with boisterous babes. I pulled Smallhausen over at one point and gave her hugs and told her that it wasn’t her fault that I was shouty, and that it wasn’t fair that I was shouty either. Not blaming her for being a kid — admitting that I was being an asshole because I felt poorly. To her credit, she did try to be mindful, and probably did better than most people her age and even older could have managed.

Having said that, I surprised myself today by being in the mood to work. I’d signed off on actually doing anything this week ’cause having the girls around, but apparently doing work helped me ignore my headache… up until the point when the remote server went down and didn’t come back up until too late for me to do anything. Ah well. I did get the one thing I specifically wanted to get done done (sorting through invoices), so I can’t complain overmuch.

Knitting, as you can see, has continued apace. I have to say that I don’t understand SSS — second sock syndrome. I get through the first and I get all jazzed to blast through the second. I don’t know what it is exactly… I get past the first heel, and the rest seems easy. 🙂

Beyond that, my mother-in-law popped in today to drop off mail that had shown up at her house. I often give people her address over mine because I am wary of my estranged-by-me parents trying to harass me at my home address. I’m probably a bit too paranoid about that, but never mind. The paranoia comes naturally to me, though I generally hide it so people can’t take advantage of it (self-feeding paranoia loop is lovely, lemme tell you ¬¬). So that was nice to have her visit, and to get the mail. There was a card from my friend H up in Scotland, and an Amazon gift card that likely came from my grandmother. Our surname was misspelled to my annoyance, and I seem to recall that she has done that in years past. Having said that, not gonna complain overmuch about it. If she was sending us lots of mail, that would be one thing, but we’re talking something at Christmas being the usual extent.

Oh, and for anyone being nosy-posey about the sleep stuff — Z ended up spending the night in the girl’s room. He accepts that he might have to do that for a few nights before Littlerbit fully accepts him ‘abandoning’ her. He said that he tried to leave several times last night, but that she would wake up and be upset. But that at least one of those times, when he turned around, she scurried back into bed, so… it’s a step in the right direction, albeit a slow one. She actually fell asleep while he was reading her stories tonight, so fingers crossed he can escape. Or if not, that he have a good night of sleep at the very least.

Aaaaand that’s my cue to finish up here. Night!


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