Okay, first and foremost, I know Jamie warned me about it, but I sincerely thought it just wouldn’t happen to me.  What in the HELLFIRE is up with my period since I had the Mirena IUD emplaced? (That’s engineer speak for “baby stopper shoved up into my love canal”.) The insanity and sponteneity of said period is driving me bazonkers.  I will have my period for five hours a day, every day.  I shit you not.  Why would I kid about that?  It’s certainly not funny, nor is it entertaining.  And let me tell you what, it puts a serious DAMPER on any other sponteneity, if you get what I’m saying.

On a separate note, disaster was averted yesterday.  When we packed up our bedroom, we had (at most) three boxes.  All three boxes were packed and unpacked before Bryan’s parents came to visit.  Guess what I COULD NOT FIND ANYWHERE?  Um, that would be my sex toys.  Yeah.  I know.  So the panic of having conservative Baptist in-laws in a house with renegade sex toys was enough to give me an ulcer.  Last night, a phantom box surfaced that had been stuck in a distant closet.  And voila!  I have succesfully avoided my stepson using it as a light saber in front of company.

(So far.)

Horrible, non-existent segue: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!!

I am seriously staring at this screen because I am just so needing a break from work.  I haven’t talked about my new job a whole bunch on here because I am so busy doing it all the time.  Literally, I MADE myself leave work yesterday at 4:30, picked up the babeh, hung out with him until he went to sleep, and then logged back on and worked for another two and a half hours.  Then I got up this morning and logged on at six.  And I will have to make myself leave again tonight at 4:30.  I know this is par for the course on a brand-new program that I’m developing processes for, but it’s draining in a way for which I wasn’t quite prepared.  A day or two with NOTHING to do would do me a world of good right now.  So, maybe, in September or thereabouts.

I did not mention one glorious thing that definitely deserves a kudos: when I got home this weekend, Bryan surprised me by having painted our bathroom.  While it had been a ghastly 1992 hunter green with a mint green rag-rolled “faux finish” (that is in quotes because, DAYUM, why would anyone do that?), and while it’s a fairly roomy bathroom, the dark color combined with the lack of natural light was just stifling.  So the warm butter yellow color brightened it up TREMENDOUSLY, and I will make art work for the bathroom tomorrow night at Book Club.

Intrigued?  You should be.