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12-27-2011, day one.

Which sort of means that today was a highly rash and emotional day, filled with random crying, random teeth gnashing, and random oh-woe-is-me.  Because that's what hormones do to a woman when she's surfing the crimson tide.

I'm about to make my peace with Boo being an only child, in as much as I am not sure I can take the heartache every month, the feeling of loss and unfairness.  The meek won't inherit the earth because the meek don't breed indiscriminately, it seems.  But anyway, I do know that I'm blessed with my son, as he's MOSTLY good MOST of the time, and it could be much, much worse.

Even when he fiddles with his glasses constantly even though he knows he should be keeping them on his face.  Even when he continues to do so in the face of just having had his first pair replaced because they broke and a stern warning to leave the damn things on his cute little face.  *sigh*

Anyway, yeah.

Then there's the part of me that thinks maybe the universe is trying to give me a girl for my birthday, something along the lines of my mother and I.  (I was born on her 30th birthday.)  But, y'know, reading into things and such.  Maybe I should worry about my clogged tear duct instead, going to the dentist for the first time in two years, or finishing my damn kitchen.  Because that stuff needs to get done, too.