Chuffed. And Whipped.

I don't usually post links to it over here because, well, I'm a space shot and I forget, but I also write a blog for the dLife website. Today I got some great feedback from my editor that really made my day. She said I have a really high reader return rate, which means people are reading and then coming back to read more of my stuff. I don't know why I get so embarrassed about hearing stuff like that, but I am a bit. It's really nice, though.

It was lovely to get that email at the tail end of what's fixing to be a horrible day. Boo has not only figured out how to climb out of her crib, she knows how to climb over the gate. I'm going to have to plane down her door (it's an old house - the door won't shut all the way) and put a lock on it. I don't know how else to keep her from roaming the house when she should be sleeping. And she wakes up The Bug when she does this because she climbs into Bug's crib and usually strips the poor kid naked and then tosses all the kid's blankets on the floor. The Bug stands there, naked and cold and wailing to beat the band. 's great.

Today I separated them. I put The Bug back into our bedroom (fanfuckingtastic) and left Boo in her room alone. She trashed it. All of her clothes are out of the dresser. She ripped down the mini-blind. She pulled the mattress off the toddler bed (that she refuses to sleep in) and put it on the floor. She stripped off her clothes and her diaper. She finally collapsed in exhaustion, I'm guessing, on the mattress on the floor, stark naked, with a towel covering her, and slept for about 45 minutes.

The Bug slept well in our room for her nap today, but I am not happy that I have to separate them again. I was really looking forward to having my room back. The last few nights I've been able to read without the light waking her up. I like that. It's relaxing. I don't want to go back to sneaking around my room like a thief.

Tomorrow I'm hanging up all the pictures that were in Boo's room. I have a rug I can put in there, too. I'm hoping those two things will make it a little more homey for her and get her to actually sleep in there rather than trashing it.

I think I need to clarify about The Bug's "Shut up" issue - she's only 15 months old. I can't really reason with her. I do tell her to say "Shhh" instead, which she does. After she says "Shut up!"


So. Yeah. I'm fucking whipped, man. I have a fever, a horrible croupy cough and I generally feel like ass. Parenting the Shriek Sisters is challenging at the best of times, but you throw all this extra shit in and I'm hanging on by my fingernails right about now.

Whiskey. It's yer only man.

Laughing All The Way To The Bank

Whooo! I can finally reveal the job I have. Kerri, from the incredible SixUntilMe, also works for dLife and a while back, hired me to write a blog for them. There's a great group of writers over there, so if any of my millions hundreds half a dozen readers are at all affected by diabetes, cruise on over and check out blogabetes. There are blogs written by people with type 1 and type 2, parents of kids with diabetes, spouses of people with diabetes, the whole gamut. The website itself is also a great tool and full of useful information. You can also check out the dLife television show, which airs (at least for me) on Sunday nights, on CNBC. This week's episode features Darren Brass, from TLC's Miami Ink.

That's great, mama. Maybe you'll make enough money to fix mah teef.