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One Fell Off And Broke His Head

Somehow over the years I have gotten even more stubborn. If that is possible. I found out this week that I am quick to do things but not willing to give up anything until I am damned good and ready. I thought I was more flexible than that. I'm not.

I didn't do all that struggling to stay alive just to live a life I am not happy with. So I am not compromising. Money is tight and we don't always do the right thing. I am going to try not to lose any sleep over that fact. We have what we need and that is what matters.

I am pretty much of the understanding that the situation we are in is not conducive to the optimal lifestyle for raising children. At the moment I can't change that. We are doing the best we can considering the circumstances. Maybe someday we will figure out what course of action we need to take to get to that place where we can be comfortable. In the meantime, I am just going to love the stuffing out of them and be happy doing our thing the only way I know how.

I watched Purple Rain tonight for the first time all the way through. As horribly cheesy as it seems to me right now, I bet in 1984 it was a sort of okay movie. Prince's last name, if it isn't already, should be Sex. I had forgotten just how much I like Darling Nikki. If I would have had The List in 1984 he would have been on it. Seeing how I was 10 then my list wouldn't have had the same kind of criteria as it does today.

It is 3:15 a.m. and I am up watching The Flintstones and talking about Prince. What the hell is that about?

I ordered the triple bunk beds. They will be here within two weeks. The mattresses came yesterday. The children are trying like hell to break their necks jumping on them. I am waiting for the inevitable sound of heads cracking together. I keep telling them "No more monkeys jumping on the bed!" Since, they are used to being referred to as monkeys this isn't registering with them. We painted their bedroom white Wednesday night. I am sure that another reason why the monkey thing isn't registering with them is because they are still high on paint fumes. I really wish I could have waited and ordered nontoxic paint but it just really isn't in the cards at the moment. So, I bit my lip and went to Home Depot and got it over with.

Their new iMac got moved into their room this evening. They are all used to being around our laptops and know that they have to be very careful. I am not too worried about it. I am sure monkeyboy is though. It is going to be tight security at the mosh pit that is their bedroom this weekend. I don't need that kind of trauma.

Posted by gwendolyn on May 03, 2003 at 03:37 AM