she begins to crack up.

And now a scene from my life:
"Hrm...am I having contractions? No, it's just gas."
Graceful and lady-like!

So. My two year old (the oh-so delightful Senor Onion) has managed to break the power cord to my lap top. He was attempting to be helpful (as it was partially caught underneath the portable a/c) and yanked it. I was making do until the new power cord arrives (in the next day or so) and so I told him to stay away from it. And he didn't. And things went kaput this morning. I was not amused in the slightest. The kid is smart. Too smart at times. But he is very much an average child in that you tell him, "do not touch that *name specific object* take your hands off of *name specific object* right now." And he looks at you as if you are speaking some obscure African language where much of the language involves clicking sounds. And you think, "is it me????? Am I not making myself clear?" This kid understands some complicated concepts but not, "TAKE YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF THAT FUCKING CORD BEFORE YOU GET ELECTROCUTED." I understand this continues for some years. We have a similar problem with keeping him painting in one area. He wants to wander around with the paint everywhere. Thankfully I buy washable paint. (I would like to do an advert for Crayola one day that involves me holding a cocktail and saying, "thanks.") We are also about out of red paint (his favorite color) and he acts like it is my fault. What.ever.Picasso. Why can't you have a blue period or maybe do some sketches of boobies like any other artist. Who are you? Rothko? Being the mother of an artist isn't all that it is cracked up to be. They moan and whine. They want sandwiches and they are mad if there isn't enough red paint on hand.

I really can't go into labor today. I have stuff to do. I am waiting on the car repair dude to say my car is ready this morning, I am supposed to take Senor Onion to the library. The library is going to be closed next week due to budget cuts. (I feel all of my librarian friends sympathize with the enforced furlough that is happening around the country) We need to load up on books for the next couple of weeks. A friend is stopping by with some things for Baby Biscuit (and I do look forward to seeing her even if for a few minutes because she is a good friend.) I need to go to Trader Joe's and get bread and other useful staples and I need to think of something to make for dinner and laundry needs to be done and my kitchen should be tidied again. Plus I am just in a grumpy grumpy mood. And my lap top is essentially shut down til the power cord arrives. Between the car and the lap top I just feel out of sorts. My husband wins super awesome sexy points (he wins them easily, but then he throws down with more competent actions now and then that make me feel grateful) by lending me a lap top to use in the mean time. It is a nice little lap top but it isn't mine. It isn't even a Rondo lap top. It is a sweet little Dell he usually uses for work. (he rocks three computers at work so he has room to share) He also made breakfast for Senor Onion.

Things aren't bad. Really they aren't. Things are pretty darn good. I just feel squished mentally and physically.

I also had a strange strange dream where Levar Burton was my next door neighbor and he mostly wandered around in an oversized sweater and raised donkeys. I think even Jung would go, "You are weird." He would often bring home-made crackers over. Levar Burton that is. Not Jung. I wonder if Jung ate crackers?

of little use

I got the car back this afternoon. The deductible was waived. Woohoo. They even washed the car. How nice are they? I am rid of that Rondo car.
Baby-related things arrived in the post as well. One less thing to think about.
I think I somehow managed to not vacuum today. Instead I did dishes, I cleaned that kitchen for the umpteenth time. (still not really clean because people come through) Laundry is sort of done again. Things are semi in place. As close as they will ever be given that people in this house have a habit of well... living. I even baked brownies. Tomorrow I want to bake a cake. The bathroom could stand to be cleaned. I have written two thank you notes. I should write a third. Note to self: Write thank you note tomorrow like a civilized person. But back to the cake for a moment; I picked up the latest issue of Gourmet and there are some fantastic recipes. I won't get to all of them for awhile, but if you like to cook, pick up the issue. Quality recipes. (even very good ones for Vegetarians)

So my son didn't nap today and at times was a real pill and a half. But other times he was rather pleasant. We sat and look at Richard Scarry books before dinner. Sat? well we slouched. We are a slouchy family. We slouched and he told me what everything was. That was a good moment. He was also very cuddly before bed.

Now I ought to go to bed. Get those last few bits of sleep before I face several months of mania. Those will make for some fantastic LJ posts. I ran across a few posts from the early months of Senor Onion's life. I should link to a few in the future because some of them are kind of funny. In that "OMG, she so needs a nap herself" kind of way.

Right. Send me to sleep.