(dictated but not read.)

nola: i wear this and you will be so happy.

on the day of launch, the target site was down almost the whole time i was at work. not that i was actually looking at it all day, mind you, but it was down every time i checked.

disappointed in person by, um, no stock, and juniors' clothing hanging on the missoni racks at my local target, i went home and ordered two ponchos--one 4T and one XL girls. they looked cute online, they were still in stock, and i was feeling a little... peeved.

then i got not one, but two delayed shipment notices.

immediately followed by a shipment notice. wha?

the ponchos arrived yesterday.

they are lovely. while overpriced (the same price for toddler AND girls?), they are on-trend in a variety of ways and they certainly feel nicely made. nola refuses to try hers on, much to my sadness, but i guess i've tried mine on enough for the both of us.

now to figure out what to pair it with for work...

nola fell asleep to "the goose-girl." lucky for me, she passed out before the "waiting-woman" could declare that the appropriate punishment for deception is to be put into a barrel and dragged by horses "until dead." oy.

paul, cutely enough, fell asleep listening to the wiggles lullaby album. i think he specifically wanted to sleep in here with us so that he could at least eavesdrop on our bedtime routine:

• one red dot
• 2-3 stories from the sesame street treasury
• one story from my phone (i've been downloading free fairy tales)
• wiggles lullabies

now i'm dealing with paul's school fundraiser. i've already filled out countless forms for him in the past two weeks... what's a few more? not the most exciting of evenings, but i've been going to sleep early lately because i've been sick and tired and just generally drained, so it's just kind of nice to be awake.

these days, 9.9999 times out of ten, it's work.

that said, even with the constant drama, handholding, stupidity, politics, etc. etc. etc., i can say with absolute certainty that i fucking love my job.

so there.

next to alone-with-cam time (something that is in very short supply these days, work commute notwithstanding), work is the place where i can be me: me with all of my sass, spunk, profanity, insecurity, self-righteousness and basic office skill competency. some days it's like junior high with grown-ass adults behaving like preteens, but that's fine because junior high, in some ways, was freaking awesome.

the only things i can't do are buy/rock a pair of louboutins in the office or put the kids in the attorney daycare because i don't want my [not-so-well compensated] staff to know that i could possibly afford such things. there is no reason to play up the salary divide, and i sometimes hate myself for even thinking about it.

if i put something on my phone that would help me keep this blog up to date, maybe that would work wonders. but then again, maybe i'd continue to use my phone to read overwrought fantasy fiction (thanks, cam and boss (note: two separate people), for putting me on that trail).

i've considered just letting the domain name lapse, but i'll probably renew it and feed this little thing a post or two every once in a while. we'll see. is the work-life balance a myth? or just something i can't bring myself to respect?

me: does the propeller do anything?
paul: no, it just spins in the wind.
paul: i hate it.
me: why don't you take it off?
paul: i did.
paul: there was a marked improvement in straight flying and a reduction in the stall rate.

never even got around to my mother's day recap. will have to do that one of these days.

and many, many hours later, i'm still stuffed.