Reading too much into it?

Tayler's not in tonight.  In fact he's spent very little time here in the past week.  He's stayed over at Dustin's, Adam's and Colin's (???) and it's all happened very suddenly.  Then right in the middle of all this "out of the house" business he calls a house meeting to discuss whether he's outstayed his welcome or not.  I think he must have heard me or Scott and I bitching and moaning about him being here.  Like anything...sometimes you gotta let off a little steam, have a whinge and a whine, and then it all goes away, and it's all good again.

It only occurred to me while I was sitting down with my evening coffee that he might just be keeping away from home.  I'm not sure yet how I feel about it.

I spoke to the "Pets in Peace" people today, and they are delivering Big Woobie's ashes and his outdoor "resting place" thing on Wednesday.  I feel a lot better about everything now.  The whole Big Woobie thing was very sad, and protracted, but it's over now and we're all in a better place.

The kids and I took the bus to the shopping centre today to stock up on craft materials for "Easter crafts week", I will be getting them to make secular Easter related items like bunny ears, easter egg baskets (to collect their chocolate in), and paper easter bunnies.  The poor kids copped enough "Religious" easter celebrations at the puppet show the other day.  Lucky their ages and attention spans rendered them unaffected by it all.

I got my ovulation LH tests in the mail today, and the test I took confirmed my calculations and observations.  Temperature, dates and discharge all pointed to imminent ovulation, and the test confirmed it...my body should ovulate in the next 24-36 hours.  I was also having little twingey crampy things all day yesterday and today, which I suspect (hope) may be related to ovulation.

Scott will have his sperm tested again in three weeks, which will put me a week into my next cycle - perfect for continued monitoring and decisions about which sperm to use next month.

Blondie vomited all over me and the couch today.  He came running out of the playroom, rubbing his head and crying...then all of a sudden he vomited all over the couch, himslef and me.  Vile.  I honestly believe that there is nothing worse than the stench of vomit.  I did a search on Google to see if I could turn up anybody who got off on vomit, but unfortunately found nothing.

Given the state the couch is in now, it is likely that I will have to contact my insurance company about getting a new one.  Fabric couches are completely impractical when children are involved.  Leather would be better.  Little fuckers.

It's not that late tonight, but I feel tired.  The house is very quiet without Tayler here.

posted by: blytheswideshut at March 21, 2005 22:25 | link | comments |

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