Metal Meredith

I haven’t been doing much blogging lately because it seems my life has become all about survival. Not the kind where I am battling wild animals or trying to beat a deadly disease, but the kind when I am just going through the paces toward the next thing into the next day.

Vivienne has just come out of her post-illness (yes, I mean the one about a month ago) funk. It seems it took this long to get out all the crabbiness, constant whining and unhappiness, tantrum-inducing ugliness that has plagued her since then. A few days ago she had a giant tantrum that I think really affected everyone, even her. Quickly after she realized that no one was paying attention to her, she calmed down and asked me if I noticed that she wasn’t crying anymore. Well, yes I had. But I wasn’t going to ler her know that.

We went along, business as usual and better for the incident. Now she is happier, sleeping better and even *shhhh* pooping on a regular basis. Not only is all cheery, but she has been strutting her stuff in underpants and not diapers for a good 4 weeks now. She thinks it is really cool (her words) to shake her panty clad backside in the mirror. That’s my girl!

Phil has been working a lot, trying to get these new things going (stay tunes!). Apparently I am not the only one that thinks he is really cool, his posts on my site got many many comments. In fact, he put a link to my site in his latest newsletter that got 11 comments. Jerk. Perhaps he should guest-author more often?

I am just trying to get things done around the house. After completing all the big things in the bathroom, my next house project is completion of the kitchen floor. In the meantime, I have to clean out my entire office and use an enzyme cleaner to get all traces of cat smell out. Friedrich, my boy cat, thinks the whole room is litter box and is deeply affected by the ghost of Kitcha.

Vivienne is giving me the best mother’s day present by staying in Williamsburg until Tuesday afternoon. She will come home all hyper and backed up. It might take me another week to get it all straightened out again, but it is worth it for 48 hours in the house without her.