Tuesday, December 8, 2009

A few things that have happened since my modem died

Number of times my three year old has run away: 3, to be returned 3 times by perfect strangers.

Number of days my oldest son has missed school: 3, with 4, 5, and 6 to pass before the week is over.

Number of bloody injuries perpetuated by my three year old: 1, with bonus points for happening before Santa pictures.

Number of times I have cried today: 2, with a third approaching.

Number of hours I have slept: Less than 10, cumulatively.

I am wishing, and hoping, and praying that my new modem arrives tomorrow early, because I feel like I have been completely cut off from the world outside of my cell in my toddler run version of Gitmo.


  1. Viv. I am sorry. Did he leave the house or run away while you were out? What an ass-crappy week. Here's hoping the modem gets to you soon!

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  3. Viv! We (my wife and I) were starting to get worried . . . which was appropriate apparently. I'm sorry to hear about, uh, your entire week, dude. Who did he bloody? Thank goodness you found him. What's up with the oldest? Don't answer any of these until you get a new modem.

  4. How frustrating. I hope it gets better for you soon. And that the modem gets there quickly. I know how the internet can be a lifeline sometimes.

  5. Oh dear! Oh, I feel so bad for you. I wish I could send you a pizza (except I know you eat crazy organic stuff I wouldn't know how to order). I wish I could bring you expensive gross beer and hang out a bit and let your kids beat me up for a bit instead.

  6. So THAT'S where you've been! Just when I was about to call the Florida authorities and say...I don't know what, but I was gettin' worried too! And I'm with Jen, too: wish we could swoop in like the cavalry and do a little Gitmo clean up.. Good god, though, if we brought everyone, that would be 15 kids. OK, so just me and Jen. We'll be there in an hour.