We Do More By Nine AM

We're up insanely early and I've already made breakfast for everyone and lunch for Daniel to take to school. We're all dressed and ready to go. And Justin is being unconsciounably loud, yelling and laughing and pounding the piano, and insisting on spinning dangerously close to me as I try to drink my tea, without which I cannot survive my day. And at one point I glance at Chris, who's also looking a little overwhelmed by the volume, thinking, "Welcome to my morning." And before I can open my mouth to say it, he says, "Welcome to my morning?"

That's the nice thing about being together almost ten years. Sometimes, words are unecessary.

Anyway, then we amused ourselves making up a morning theme song, with ( apologies to Alice Cooper )

votevotevotevotevotevotevotevote

Oh and: It's Election Day in Ontario!! By the end of the day (please God) the Tories will be history!

::crowd cheers::

Nasty, brutish and short

That could describe me some days. Like today.

Ever have one of those days when somebody comes out with a bulletheaded opinion and you just don't feel like being calm and reasonable and defending your position in a logical way? You just feel like either screaming at them to grab a $@&$#@*&%$@&$#@*&%$@ clue and get their $@&$#@*&%$@&$#@*&%$@ head out of their ASS, which appears to be the only useful part of them, or just throwing up your hands and giving up?

That's me today.

I don't even want to get into it, except that some days I really wonder why the hell God gave us brains. So many people only seem to use theirs to keep their skulls from caving in.

End of the day, put the Mama away

Justin had a Stitch Day. I swear on days like this, I wonder if circuses still take foundlings. He could be a water-carrier at first, then help the lion tamer feed the lions, maybe learn some juggling... travel... it doesn't seem like that bad a life.

Anyway. Feh.

Polls are closed, and the votes being tallied. So far it looks like a Liberal win (phew!) although I wish the NDP had made a stronger showing. I'm quite incensed to learn that in my riding the PCs have, so far, 40.8% of the vote. Liberals 47.1, NDP 8.6, Green 2.7, and Independant 0.8, but still. 40.8 PC. People really are selfish idiots.

Speaking of idiots, I decided to just not deal with the crap going on at one board this morning, and I feel much better for it. There's a line from Marion Zimmer Bradley's Darkover books, "If you argue with the braying of donkeys and the barking of dogs, you will have no peace and win no cases in the high courts." I need to use that as my mantra more often.

I also need to go to bed. Chris is on call for the 2nd night in a row, and that really screws with my sleep patterns because he's not there to force me to go to sleep at a reasonable hour. So I really should show him that I can be good, even when he's not here to make me be good.

See, hon? 10:55pm. And I'm logging out.

Really, I am.

Really.

I swear.

I'm not fooling you at all, am I?