January 9th, 2004



I wasn't going to post anything today, because I'm not in a social mood, but what the hell. I've got nothing better to do at work, and I'm tired of myself, so maybe writing something will help push me out of it.

Things Karin refused to do last night but ended up doing anyway under duress: stop fighting with Martin, eat dinner, sit in her bed for a 5-minute time-out, sit in her bed for another 5-minute time-out, remove her clothes, take a bath, wash her hair, dry herself off, put on pajamas, go to bed, go to sleep.

Thing Karin refused to do last night despite several attempts on our part to reason, cajole, sternly demand: apologize to Martin for hitting him really hard in the chest, right in front of me, after a fight in which she had taken one of his toys from him, which led to the aforementioned time-outs.

Number of times I walked around our entire neighborhood in the cold: 2
Number of times I nearly walked around our entire neighborhood in the cold, because Anders was still sitting in Karin's room: 3

Number of times I refrained from striking, strangling, or drowning my child: 4

Total time elapsed: 3 hours, 30 minutes

Number of times I've mentioned the weather in my journal since starting it in August, because obviously the weather affects me much more than I'd like to admit, and today is no exception, where is the SUN?: way too many

Eye-color demographics at my lunch table: 3 blue, 2 brown, 1 hazel, 1 amber/pale green
Reason why I noticed the eye colors of the people at my lunch table: because I am usually completely out-numbered by blue-eyed Swedes

Fantasy writers, one of whom is in my all-time favorite authors list, that I found out yesterday have LiveJournals: 3

5 days until my Tuesday-morning massages start up again
6 days out of the next 8 have something on the calendar for the evening
8 days until my husband and children leave for a ski trip
9 days of much-needed alone-time will be luxuriated in during the ski trip

Amount of support, appreciation, good-feeling and love supplied by the comments, phone call and hugs last night from YOU, my mom and my husband: incalculable. Thank you
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