I’m not in the groove of writing the journal yet. I think about things I want to write, but when it comes to actually writing the entry I find I don’t know where to begin.

The past week has completely messed up everyone’s sleeping schedules, most especially (of course) Fia’s and Simon’s. Fia finally agreed to go to bed (after an hour or so of Mommy and Daddy just ignoring her other than to say, “It’s quiet time now, sweetie”) and in doing so woke Simon up. So I had to take him into the guest room and nurse him back to sleep, which I was hoping to get out of that routine. Then Fia wanted me to read two bedtime books to her…followed by Daddy reading her a third. We said no, she gets two…and the screaming started. It’s 9:30 and I’m not convinced that both of them are down for the night yet.

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We went over to Tamar’s today for a journaller brunch — Mopie was there, as were Kymm and Steve. It was fun, as going over to Tamar’s always is — if nothing else, watching Sophia and Damian tear around after one another is always great. (They manage to set one another off, they really do. It’s hilarious.)

Anyhow, this being a group of journallers and all, we started gossiping — and if you’re wondering, yes, we were talking about you. The topic of infidelity came up. More specifically, who was practicing it. I probably sounded like a reactionary conservative with my attitude toward the subject, which surprised me even as I was saying it.

It’s been interesting to note the difference in my attitude toward two of the people we talked about. One I already didn’t like for a variety of reasons (some of which we also discussed at the brunch) and one I absolutely adore. With the first revelations of infidelity made me say, “Oh brother, why am I so not surprised?” (Even though, somewhere, deep down, I was surprised to find out that I had been right about suspecting hanky-panky.)

And with the second…finding out that this person is less than completely admirable has really hit me harder than I would have expected. I liked this person an awful lot given that all I had to go on is their writing, and now that I’ve found out some more about who they really are I find I’m reevaluating the writing.

Never find out about people. It’s not worth it. Better to keep the illusions.

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Ooo. I hear quiet emanating from the other rooms. Time to put Simon back in his crib and put me in my bed. I’ll try to do more tomorrow.

Or, There And Back Again.

We’ve just gotten back from our annual Christmas pilgrimage to the wilds of Northern California. We had planned to be back by 5; we didn’t get on the road until 1, which meant we couldn’t get back until 6:30 at the earliest; and due to circumstances such as a 10 mile backup on Highway 5 (“Say…isn’t this supposed to be the fast way?”) and Simon screaming at the top of his lungs (which required a long comforting session in the parking lot of a Carl’s Jr. that had the filthiest bathroom I’ve ever had the, uh, pleasure of using), we didn’t get back until 9.

And due to extended car napping, no one of the child persuasion wants to go to sleep, and it’s 10. People of the parent persuasion desperately want to go to sleep.

Because I’m so fuzzy-brained at the moment, all the posts I want to make–such as introducing you to Simon or telling you what’s going on with Darin or what not–will just have to wait one more day.

(The 999 Miles, by the way, refers to the trip odometer. Just as we pulled into the garage it ticked from 999.9 to 0.0, which we thought was mightily cool. And Darin added, “Or, There And Back Again,” just because he has Tolkien on the brain.)

Jason saying that my journal’s return is a cool Christmas present for the entire world has just completely fucking made my week.