Please, please, please be normal

Today I brought the Kid to the new apartment. We've been staying at my parents' while I unpacked a few boxes and aired the place out from the previous chain-smoking tenant.

I had hoped to have more done, and have her room looking much like her old room so she would know she was home, but with my regular week added to driving back and forth to be with her for dinner and bath and bedtime, I just wasn't getting much done.

After her bath this evening, I told her we were going to the new house.

"New house!" she yelled.

I said it was going to be her, and Mommy.

"An' Daddy!" she shouted, while my heart dislodged from my chest and shattered into a million irreparable fragments.

"No," I said, trying to look like I wasn't in desperate need of a 300-lb. Prozac and a tissue. "No Daddy".

I'm trying so hard to find the perfect balance between Reassuring and Spoiling Rotten. It's so hard to resist the temptation to run out and buy her a pony.

We're here, she's asleep (knock wood, praise Jesus, glory be to Krishna) and I have time to get some schoolwork done. Maybe the Unpacking Fairies will show up while I sleep, since I've been very, very good.

Speaking of Prozac, TGLETSITCAFM has said several funny things lately. None of which I remember. He did get a little loopy with the Clip Art last week. Here's a photo of him with his hand over his mouth, trying to prevent himself from laughing out loud like a pigtailed schoolgirl. He did NOT approve of me using this photo. He is convinced I am trying to steal his soul.










Me: "It's the back of your head, jackass".

Him: "An UNAUTHORIZED shot of the back of my head."

Me: "But it's NEWS."

Him: "Shut up."