A stolen moment on a Wednesday night. The Kraken has gone on a playdate with her daddy, and while the monsters are away, the Gorgon will play. Heh.
In truth, a veritable gaggle of people are wending their way to my door as we speak for a Wednesday night potluck extravaganza. Wahoo for having an actual life!
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
The dawn of a new era
Yes, it's finally happened. I am blogging while the Kraken is awake. Lo, not even just awake, but awake and in the same room with me. While the Minotaur sleeps. I have been allowed, for the first time in two years, to access the dread computer uninterrupted during the Kraken's waking hours, without fear of reprisal, or of office supplies being summarily hurled across the room.
What could have brought about such a startling turn of events, one might ask? Yesterday afternoon, the Minotaur and I took down the gate that has ever separated the living room/kitchen area from the rest of the downstairs. This necessitated some rearranging, of course, and the removal of many choice items to the upstairs spare room closet, but overall I think we're mostly safe now. She doesn't seem to have too much interest anymore in plunging her hands into the cat box, which was the primary reason for gating off this area in the first place. She has spent the better part of the last hour careening crazily around the downstairs, reveling in the extra room to stretch her tentacles. And the allure of the fish tank is worth ten minutes of blogging all by itself.
Aside from my pleasure at being able to take five minutes to myself during an era that has otherwise seen this poor Gorgon on the floor with a lap full of Kraken whenever she has tried to do anything productive, like, say, use the bathroom, I am also quite happy to have my house not be quite so segmented anymore. Having the downstairs opened up again suddenly makes the house seem more spacious and luxurious, which is really stupid, considering that it was all. here. before, and all I had to do was step over a gate.
Now, if we can just figure out a place to put the cat box other than the front hall coat closet, and a place to put the Kraken's potty other than the middle of the living floor, I will finally start to feel like this is my house again.
Just in time to start trying to get pregnant again next year.
What could have brought about such a startling turn of events, one might ask? Yesterday afternoon, the Minotaur and I took down the gate that has ever separated the living room/kitchen area from the rest of the downstairs. This necessitated some rearranging, of course, and the removal of many choice items to the upstairs spare room closet, but overall I think we're mostly safe now. She doesn't seem to have too much interest anymore in plunging her hands into the cat box, which was the primary reason for gating off this area in the first place. She has spent the better part of the last hour careening crazily around the downstairs, reveling in the extra room to stretch her tentacles. And the allure of the fish tank is worth ten minutes of blogging all by itself.
Aside from my pleasure at being able to take five minutes to myself during an era that has otherwise seen this poor Gorgon on the floor with a lap full of Kraken whenever she has tried to do anything productive, like, say, use the bathroom, I am also quite happy to have my house not be quite so segmented anymore. Having the downstairs opened up again suddenly makes the house seem more spacious and luxurious, which is really stupid, considering that it was all. here. before, and all I had to do was step over a gate.
Now, if we can just figure out a place to put the cat box other than the front hall coat closet, and a place to put the Kraken's potty other than the middle of the living floor, I will finally start to feel like this is my house again.
Just in time to start trying to get pregnant again next year.
Friday, November 24, 2006
The day after Thanksgiving
There is something fundamentally wrong with eating Halloween candy while wrapping Christmas presents.
And yet, if I don't get the rest of that candy out of the way, where am I going to put the Christmas snacks?
And yet, if I don't get the rest of that candy out of the way, where am I going to put the Christmas snacks?
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