I brought work home.  I didn’t even realize how late it had gotten, Bryan had to go build tonight, and I was duty for The Boy.  I looked up and it was 5:30.  Well, hell.

So I grabbed what I could pull together and do at home.  Woo hoo.

I got home and we made THE SWAP.

I was freaking out about trying to get everything done tonight, when Mom called.  I was in the middle of a spreadsheet and stuffing pasta in my face while the Daily Show blared and I heard GameCube blaring in the other room.  And she reminded me that SYTYCD was on.  I could barely contain my disgust that anyone had enough free time to watch a silly tv show as I said, “Thanks.”

And then I thought.. this is stupid.

I made The Boy shut off his game.  I told him to come sit with me.

We watched SYTYCD together.  I taught him some basic cha-cha moves, and he showed me “how a 5 year old gets funky”.  He got very upset when the girl threw up on stage because he felt bad for her.. “She looked good; that’s what I liked about her.”  And when it was over, he crawled up into my lap and asked for a bedtime story.

We read Goodnight, Moon and Harold & the Purple Crayon.  I taught him my new trick, how to say “happy birthday” in sign language, and we practiced different signs.  I even kept it clean.

When I turned off the light, and he was still giggling, I thought, “A spreadsheet can wait.  Bryan will be home soon and that’s what I need.”

Things work out.  They always do.

I wanted to share some wisdom with you that I’ve gleemed over the past week.  I feel very.. wise.

The eldest of our “clan”, Carolyn, is a student advisor/counselor/solver of the world’s problems at a college.  So whenever we have to do some sort of intervention or mediation, she’s who we call.  She always gives us gems of advice.  The one that always stuck with me is:

Your feelings are real, and I acknowledge that you have those feelings.

Because you’re saying, “Shut up!  I heard you already!”

So then I added:

Your feelings are real, and I acknowledge them.  However.. you are dumb as shit.

And you’d be amazed how well that works.

Then Delle threw in:

Your feelings are real, and I acknowledge them, you dumb shit.  Knock that shit off already.

Which, quite frankly, I think is brilliant.

Also soothed me: a text message from Hollywood..

And, Mr. Connery, you answered.. threve.  Which is not a number.

Blogspirit looks like they, more and more, are moving towards being a profitable endeavor.  I adore my space here, but the fees that they are asking on new accounts seems a bit much to me.  And to be quite honest, should they start imposing this pricing on already-existing accounts (which they say they have no plans of doing), I’m outta here.

I’m familiar enough with both blogspot and Xanga to set up shop there.  But it would depress me. 

And to answer some “fan mail”: no, I have no idea why, all of a sudden, subscriptions are coming to you in HTML.  I can’t find any setting to change that, so I am at a loss.

In other news, I’m just about fried.