Someone broke into my house Wednesday. The guy, I guess, got out of jail Wednesday morning, stole a car, broke into a bunch of houses, got caught early Thursday morning. We got most of our stuff back, but not the dvd player or the playstation. This is not something that really matters -- I don't even really care that he took stuff.
What is creepy is that he tried to break into The Bean's window first. But, she had a fort stretched all across her room, and so it probably looked untraversable. Then, he broke into the livingroom. He destroyed two windows, from the outside. He went through my jewlery box (and didn't take anything), he walked on my bed (to get to my jewlery box). He went through all my stuff.

creepy.

But, we called the cops, and they were surprizingly awesome. A woman came by and looked at everything, called CSI who came and fingerprinted everything. Everyone was really nice, calm, joked around with us a bit, didn't mind that we were all in the way all the time.

The Bean slept through the entire thing. She is still unaware that anything actually happend. She thinks that our dvd player broke.

Batlings!

Zoe, while reading a beginning reader book about bats:
"Aww... So creepy and so cute! Look at all the batlings, mom, they look like little aliens!"

Mlarg. No photos for today, just kevetching.

I had A Bad Day. In fact, it might have been characterized a No-Good-Horrible-Very-Bad-Day. I woke up and instantly Jack and I had a fight about what time we woke up. Because the night before I had told him that I didn't care what time we woke up (assuming that he understood that this Wednesday was like every other Wednesday we've had since March), and he was angry with me that he didn't have time to take a shower. Because this Wednesday was no different than any other Wednesday.

Got to work late, but it's relaxed, so that was fine. But I didn't get any ... COFFEE (gasp in horror)! so, I was cranky and had to reassure E. that it was not her, but me. Then I spilled an entire bottle of water over the kitchen floor, smashed E.'s hand, spilled things left and right, and found out that my car needs the carborator replaced, along with a bunch of other stuff (there goes 800 dollars! Bye! It was nice to not see you at all!). The car was, of course not going to be done in time to get Zoe from school so I had to frantically call around to everyone I knew to see if they could get her. Jack, of course, could not because his phone was about to run out of batteries. Finally got ahold of someone, then had to track down someone to give me a ride home. All while E. needed all sorts of things -- water, a bandage (she started randomly bleeding?), some popcorn, more ices, more ices, ice for her head, the blankets adjusted, etc. I finally found a ride home for myself -- had to leave work early for it -- and got home to my freezing cold, trashed house.

Took a quick bath to warm up, but the tub ran out of hot water (in the middle of the day, for no reason) half way through so I took a luke warm bath and was colder when I got out than when I got in. Jack got home, we fought some more.
And now, I am sitting here, with Zoe next to me while Jack messes around with the tv and whatnot. I think that the rest of the evening will be better. I hope so.

Well, here I am.
27 years old.
I'm a mama, a wife (as much as is possible right now), a SOFA, a PCA, a cleaning lady, a geek, sort-of fat, with a new ring on my left hand and a six year old in the bathtub. My house is freezing right now. We're not turning the heat on for a bit because the cost is out of this world. My nose is running, and I'm wearing two layers and my newest fingerless gloves (I'd post a photo, but I misplaced my camera).

I am messy, but very kind. I cook but I always burn myself. I read, but too many blogs and not enough books. I write. I try to write. I love hanging out with friends, but don't ever actually call anyone.

Sometimes I'm an amazing mama, and sometimes I'm not. Sometimes my kiddo is an amazing kiddo and sometimes she's the most difficult person I have ever encountered. Sometimes my partner is the most wonderful person ever, and sometimes he makes me so angry I can hardly breath.

My sexuality is fluid, and my partner is transgendered. My child calls him dad, but he is not her father. Our cat hates everyone, and our fish don't really care. I'm being yelled at from the bathroom, so I'll write more some other time.