Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

I’m calling lawyers this morning. I want to confirm what I read last night about terminating parental rights in my state.

Last night Joe’s sperm donor was IMing my/our friend – while I was online. Apparently he’s changed his ID or blocked me from his list, since I didn’t see him. I sent him a message through her and he won’t talk to her about it. Since he won’t talk to either of us, I see no reason to continue even the most fragile of connections to him. Fuck him. It’s hard work raising good kids, and the last thing I want is for him to show up 5 years later and decide he wants to be daddy now and screw it all up.

Asshole.

the future man of our house. A man worthy of my occasionally undivided attention. A man who would make a dessert like this.

In other news today, I’m absolutely exhausted. I really profoundly need a vacation after this weekend. The laundry list of activities includes: a Halloween sleepover party for my daughter and 3 of her friends Friday/Saturday, playtime all day Saturday for them, and then being alone in the house with the boys all day Sunday. I can handle any of these activities separately, but when they all stack up like that, it really whoops my tail. As I write this, I’m the only one awake in the house. I’m torn between enjoying the quiet by reading a book or just crawling into bed. What I’ll most likely end up doing though, is sitting here in front of the computer for another hour or so, and then going to bed. I need to sort through the pictures I took at the party–delete what sux and edit the keepers.

YAWN

A well-meaning but clueless relative: “Honey, love is like riding a horse. If it throws you, you’ve just gotta brush yourself off and get on the horse again.”

My answer: “Tell that to Christopher Reeve.”