Mel38, I'm so sorry about your doggy. Obviously, you acted out of love, and I hope that leads you to a peaceful remembrance of happy times and that you can trust that she's in a better place than one of pain and distress.
The right thing sure can hurt sometimes.
kerc, yeah on the vitamix! There are a few fantasy kitchen implements on my list for someday. That is one. I look forward to hearing about the goodness!
Plady, I did a chakra-based TM last year. I would say because it "worked" as well or better than feng shui bagua layout. This year, due to time constraints, I am considering 4x5 notecards. Not a joke. I may get out a sketchbook and do something bigger, but not sure. Regardless, I must do it. The coming year, I think, will require a lot of vision.
mommajb, I use a lot of words and very few images. And I don't focus on means so much as desired outcomes, if that helps you feel freer to express in yours.
zub, I'm just glad you and the peanut are hanging in there. So much love and
to you!
Nic, thinking good thoughts for you!
JenLove, first, I was not nursing a baby when we were on the farm. That takes a lot of love and energy, and my dd turned 3 just three days before we moved in. Two: we lived very close to town. Three: I had half a lifetime of experience in virtually all aspects of the work involved. I was lucky to be born a farmer. I'd literally been doing farm chores since I was 3, milking cows since 6. That changes things immensely. Four: I had two sisters and a bff who would drop almost anything and come to my farm if I needed them. Five: I don't know. From here, it seems physically impossible to have done what I did. I must have been running on adrenaline and food binges.
Friend and I are having a great time. Really fun to have her here. At the same time, she has been able to intervene and act as a catalyst for certain communications and issues with the kids that had stalled out on me, specifically with dd. She and dd are very close, so it's just been really helpful to have the backup I should be getting from dh for a change a little help with dd's frustration and anger issues that are really homesickness-based. We've walked miles around the city and now that the dust from the storm is starting to settle, we can do some more fun stuff over this week. Whoopie! Dh has offered a few ideas for today, but they all involve going to people's houses, and he doesn't understand the social effects of gender segregation. I end up forced to walk into rooms unintroduced, and am left to women who may or may not act like a pack of dogs. (Not dingoes, either.) Last time was really no fun at all for me, and of course dh puts this on me.
Like I should not be receptive, intuitive or nuanced and should just blissfully Mr. Bean my way through social situations. Anyway.
All this Talk talk...ugh. The kids saw and understood, and I am pretty sure at least ds has extrapolated, from farm stuff. (Goats, enough said.) Also, ds is now going to school with a lot of European kids, which is helpful. But I just am not entirely sure where we should be with dd at 8. I suppose this summer we'll start with a book and see where it takes us. There were no "talks" growing up in our house, but lots of inappropriate things found their way into our lives, and I am glad to at least be protecting my kids from p/r/o/n.
OK, weekend here. Have a super day, Dingoes!










Actually, I have her orchestra teacher to thank, as she's the one who generates a lot of enthusiasm for these programs (and the orchestra and the talent show and such) among the kids, and R adores her.
(And no, R does not know about that, but she was very proud that she played with the advanced group and had mastered the part in just a few weeks.)
) and picked myself up a Stick.
I've been wanting one forever, and now I have one to torture myself with! 


Guilt trip aside, you are an awesome mom. And I don't have unlimited patience, not by a long shot. That bike trip we took last Saturday? I'm a good parent until she stops cooperating--which is pretty much immediately.

Sigh. Echoes of my own mother (not to mention several hundred generations of Jewish Mothers...)
here? Mothering is the hardest job in the world, and frankly the most thankless. There is always some shortcoming to work on...
Aaahhhgrrrggg

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