I'm exhausted. I feel like I haven't been this tired in years. My daughter has the flu, and I'm heading into at least another 4 hours with a sick child before my relief arrives in the morning. Those 24 hours no-vomiting rules at daycare are dastardly things, aren't they?

Life is fine, for the moment. We're rushing head-first into Christmas, and I'm already feeling sad that the season will be over soon. I'm sensing the first inklings of holiday jitters coming from my big strong Bear, so I'm trying to take a few extra steps backwards and allow him the space he needs to cope however he needs to cope. I don't understand it, but I respect it. We can't all be exactly the same person with exactly the same issues, life would be outstandingly boring that way.

I got the great pre-Christmas news that my dad has to have heart surgery again. This would be intrusive surgery number two, and heart "fucking with" number five. I'll be happy to have his heart beat in a normal fashion again, like it did when I held my head to his chest when I was a little girl.

This is jumbled, but I'm just that tired. I haven't written about sex in a really long time, huh? Maybe that's because the last time I had sex I don't remember too well; that's what a couple of martinis will do to you. I promise, I'll take notes next time. Until then...


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As a parting note...

A close friend had something traumatizing happen to her today. I'm not going to go into detail, but I just want her to know that I'm thinking about her and hoping that karma will work its way out. I'm really sorry for your loss.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Thursday, December 15, 2005.