Ahhh!

Wow.

That was fabulous.

Here I’ve always thought that I wasn’t a “bath person,” and it turns out that all I needed was a big, comfortable tub.

I feel completely renewed.

Rejuvenated.

Reborn.

Ready to conquer the world.

Or at least these boxes…

Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

I could count on one hand the number of times that I have had a happy dream.  My dreams are always either terrifying, or, most commonly, confusing and stressful, with a sense that something is wrong or needs to be solved or found.

Two nights ago, I had one of those good dreams.

The girls were older.  We had a big backyard.  And David, Dan’s brother, was out of prison.  He was in the backyard with the kids, playing.  We had built a zip-line, much like the one that Dan likes to talk about from their childhood together, and David was helping the girls as they took turns sliding from one tree to another.  He was laughing – they all were – and his face was filled with a childlike innocence and sweetness.

Pray.

Lame.

If they wanted to create a stir,  I guess they succeeded.  I’ve already gotten three hits on my blog from people searching this, and, for me, that’s a lot.  Personally, I think it’s inappropriate to use something like this as a lead for an advertising campaign.

So much going on…

Every time I think about writing a post, I feel overwhelmed because there is so much to write. So let’s see…

Well, our move-in date has changed to the 12th. If you are free this weekend and think that moving our stuff with us sounds like loads of fun, call me! 😀

I caught Ariel huffing today – she had her leave-in conditioner in one nostril and was sniffing while saying “No-no, Foofy!” Right, blame it on the baby. I’m sure this is only the beginning of that tactic…

I’ve been thinking that our oven is broken, because I’ve burned two batches of cookies with it supposedly set at 325, only to try turning the knob later and find that it didn’t turn the light on until 425. Now I think that maybe I’m causing the trouble myself by putting two cookie sheets side-by-side, blocking airflow and trapping hot air away from the thermostat. Anyone have any experience with this?

Felicity has been a mess of crankiness and pain this last week. Some of it seems like teething, but not all of it. I’m going back off dairy just to see if it helps.

I’ve got a real blogging job! Check out hugg.ca and scroll down to check out my first post! More to follow, naturally…

I’ve got more to write, but I’ll do that when I’m feeling more inspired to write a long post. I don’t want to kill some of this stuff with choppy little sentences…

Love you all!

Jenni

Raw

There are many billboards that line I-205 on the way to our home, including one just moments before our exit.

Today, that one changed.

It says simply, “My wife hates me.”

No ads, no logos.  Just a bold black Helvetica on a white background.

Sometimes, when you’re hurting, you want to scream it to the world.  This man did.

I’m so sorry.  I really am.