I’ve made a lot of progress. I don’t suddenly break down into tears after rather routine traffic incidents, for example. And I’m sleeping better, too.

“Are you allowed to love? I thought that was forbidden for a Jedi.”

We’re watching Ep II. Or whatever it’s called. And I’m blogging from the laptop. Technology makes my life soooo much easier.

“Younglings, a visitor we have!”

I left this morning at 9:15 with all three kids; we did basketball pictures, basketball practice. We played on the playground for a while. We changed the oil in the car (or more accurately had somebody change it while we waited). We went to the donut shop, to the park, and then to a birthday party, where we ran and hollered and played and ate some great food and pinata’d and finally came home so the baby could have a nap.

Aside: how old does your child have to be to leave him or her at a birthday party? My son (the one invited) is five. His little sister is one month older than the birthday boy’s sister, so in spite of the “no girls allowed” rule, she was expressly invited to a ‘play date’ with sis. And …

“Excuse me. I’m in charge of security m’lady.”

… my oldest is the same age as a big brother, so it made sense that the three of us go (and no, I am not about to drop off all three kids and run). But on other occasions, say another birthday party, I’ve left the five year old with his friends and gone off to do other things.

Crap, 10 points if you’ve followed this ramble so far.

“But you must be anxious to inspect the units for yourself.” “That’s why I’m here.”

Two out of three kids are asleep, the oldest is with me watching Annakin trying to pick up Natalie Portman.

“Not like here. Here, everything’s soft… and smooth.”

Run if you know what’s good for you, that’s VADER you’re locking lips with!