Hi how are you I'm watching the first season of Teen Mom 2 because some beautiful angel put it on Netflix and I have a lot of thoughts, mainly about Corey & Leah. Please lmk if you're also traveling back in time to 2010 so we can discuss. 

Our Christmas was very nice, thank you for asking. Joe left Santa's plate of cookies on the floor underneath the tree - a bold move, and I applaud her for it. Her "big" gift this year was a Little People garage and we've played with it nonstop since Christmas morning AND she's tried to take it to bed with her every night so far SO I highly recommend it if you're in the market for a toddler toy. (Please don't let the very detailed negative reviews deter you. Just enjoy the fact that there are people writing and leaving them and maybe feel worried for their children, because if a piece of plastic is so disappointing to their parent then that kid is in for a rough life.) 

Santa also brought me an exercise bike because I had to look at pictures of myself in a tank top and the reality of how flavored coffee creamer has negatively impacted my life suddenly became very, very real. And honestly I can always use extra places to dry sweaters so no, I will not regret this impulse purchase [OF SANTA'S] by March. Anyway I disassembled the crate it arrived in at the bottom of our staircase, carried it up all three flights of that staircase piece by piece, and then put it all together myself THEREBY AND HENCEFORTHWITH I have already started burning calories and begun rocketing toward hotness. 

The cat is also on a diet. It's nice to have a buddy. He agrees he doesn't hate it everything is great.

I am "on vacation" until Monday, which I didn't think would be relaxing but it actually has been. It helps that my whole company closes for the week, so at least I don't have the anxiety of being unavailable if someone needs me. (LOL I'm literally like, the bathroom attendant where I work no one really ever needs me but I STILL WORRY SO MUCH.) I'm planning on working the weekend after New Year's if Diego is around then to entertain Baby Joe, and I know this all seems boring but I honestly fantasize about having a four-hour stretch to be left alone to get work done. That's my fantasy. I'm not even on a beach because I don't want the files to get sandy. 

Today it rained. Oh, how it rained. A cursed freezing rain. SO. This afternoon I filled the tub with water and some big Legos, balanced my laptop on the sink, and worked in the bathroom for an hour while Joe played Water World. I cannot recall other details of this day because the second the clock struck five I poured myself a glass of wine. (It wasn't a bad day. I just like wine and quite frankly the fact that I have stayed sober during every daylight hour so far of popsicle stick crafts and PBS Kids and Teams meetings should earn me a free goddamn pass to drink whatever I want to, okay? OKAY? I'M NOT BEING DEFENSIVE HOW DARE YOU? HOW DO YOU EVEN DARE?) What I can tell you is that right now there's a naked baby doll relaxing in the cat's water fountain, and when I finish up whatever this is I've got half a mind to join her.

When Joe grows up I'll be able to explain how weird the world was when she was little, and how every day I spent watching her grow up felt like a little miracle no matter how bleak everything else got, but for now it has to be enough that we get through every day. And we do. And there is a lot of giggling and cuddling, and sometimes we have the same hair style so I think we're doing pretty great all things considered:

state of the union

Joe lies down whenever it all feels like too much, and frankly there are worse coping mechanisms so I try and be supportive. Feel your feelings, little woman.

Back in September I searched "crock pot apple" on Pinterest and learned that my root chakra is blocked, so I bought a plant on the advice of a spiritual website and just made applesauce like I always knew I was going to. The plant is flourishing in spite of being dropped thirteen times before arriving to its new home directly on top of/next to a radiator/an open-all-winter window. I'm unsure of how much the plant has impacted the health of my root chakra but since neither one of us is dead and it looks cute in my kitchen I guess I'll keep watering it. 

My cat had his wellness visit yesterday and I paid hundreds of dollars to learn that he's fat and has stinky breath. Words cannot express how much I love and adore our veterinarian, but I already knew both of those things. Except now that I've paid for the privilege of having a learned doctor explain how I'm supposed to train my cat to brush his own teeth over a period of several months, I have to actually do something about how fat and stinky he is. And if there's anything I'm annoyed by, it's being asked to do things. 

Today I made macaroni and cheese from scratch. At 10AM. And we ate it for breakfast. And lunch. 

Blogger still won't let me upload photos except for when it does but then quickly changes its mind again which makes it worse, pick a lane Blogger. 

singing loud for all to hear

We went to see the Holiday Lights at the Bronx Zoo and it was a delightful distraction from my ongoing existential crisis and how fat I am. (When I say something like that a lot of people assume I'm referring to this year and I guess I am but I also have been chubby and disoriented since adolescence so I mostly just mean, you know, in general.) 

The last time I went to this zoo was a decade ago when I first moved here and it was on a free entrance day in the high heat of city summer and I had to do teAm BuiLdiNG acTiViTiEs which were worse than the crowding and the heat combined. It's much nicer when it's November outside and you bring a cute little baby. Also they had s'mores stations set up and it was so cute I could.not.even and also we found out they sell beer there which just. Mm. If that's not Christmas then I don't know what is. 

I know this is old news but my oh my is the new blogger interface a real pain in the ass. Of all the things in all the land to complain about, I know I know, but really. Is the person in charge of it okay? Has anyone checked on them? Is this a cry for help? I just can't imagine a happy person did this to us. Listen, if you're reading this: We're here for you. Just please fix the photo uploader and let the hostages go.