Over we go -

Day five of good advice obtained at the faire put into immediate use and WOW THAT WORKS LIKE TREAT. I haven't seen a tantrum since, and I'm getting compliance - reasonably - and does that do good things for my stress levels? *blows air* All it has to do it work, I keep saying. All it has to do is work.

Kid just has to do his job, which is push me to give him boundaries. He's also showing me just how good a memory he has, and I plan to co-opt that as much as I possibly can. He's also very keen on 'days off' now and wants one every morning. Awww.

I'm beginning to get my showers in the afternoon instead of in the morning, but it's a start.

Do not understand how people can get so rigid when someone makes a suggestion backed up with direct experience. To me, it's as good as having the scoring key to a final exam. Maybe with half of it being an essay, but you get my drift. Someone has done this before you did and this is what they learned the hard way so you don't have to. In all honesty, this was Jim's approach from the start, with a twist. Jim hasn't determined how to approach kid without it being 75% play (and it's tripping him up), instead of the lovely 25% he begins with turning into the 100% I was recommended (and it's worked well when I followed along).

When I get some more days behind me, I'll try to summarize it more precisely.

Is that a boy car? Is that a girl car? Everything has to have a gender right now. The lack of one is a source of befuddlement. Frame of reference - got to keep that in mind. Frame of reference.

My stack of 'books to be read' is 2' tall. Sounds about right, post faire, but. Lotsa books.

Cleaned out my purse, found my Slacker portable again and while I was spanking my laptop yesterday, I updated and charged it up. Boy, I love that thing. I should not forget how much I love that thing. I've been listening to things I never knew about, and things I hadn't heard in a decade. Annnd now it's dead again. Dangit.

I've offered up my Mother's Day Saturday to Sis for a mimosa as big as our heads, but I haven't heard back yet.

I actually had a creditor threaten me with a bad report to my credit rating this morning. I took great pleasure in advising him JUST how stupid that is to do to someone who was widowed after their spouse had a long illness. Dude, when Cliff passed, my credit report was a toxic wasteland, and I'm the one who went to credit counseling knowing it. (I took a second job and Cliff lived with his mother where it was safe, er, safer.) Threaten ME? Oh, you'll have to do something scary, like - um. I don't know. Anything that would scare me would kill me before I could do anything, so how's that a deterrent? I know how long a late payment ding lasts and its impact, okay? Now go try scaring someone else. I can live without credit, bub. Watch me. Over what, you say? I'm making payments when I get paid instead of borrowing more money ahead of my paycheck - which, no. Not for you, not for anyone. Not for a day. I'm blond, not stupid.

It *is* Thursday, right? That would explain it, huh?

Over we go -

Day five of good advice obtained at the faire put into immediate use and WOW THAT WORKS LIKE TREAT. I haven't seen a tantrum since, and I'm getting compliance - reasonably - and does that do good things for my stress levels? *blows air* All it has to do it work, I keep saying. All it has to do is work.

Kid just has to do his job, which is push me to give him boundaries. He's also showing me just how good a memory he has, and I plan to co-opt that as much as I possibly can. He's also very keen on 'days off' now and wants one every morning. Awww.

I'm beginning to get my showers in the afternoon instead of in the morning, but it's a start.

Do not understand how people can get so rigid when someone makes a suggestion backed up with direct experience. To me, it's as good as having the scoring key to a final exam. Maybe with half of it being an essay, but you get my drift. Someone has done this before you did and this is what they learned the hard way so you don't have to. In all honesty, this was Jim's approach from the start, with a twist. Jim hasn't determined how to approach kid without it being 75% play (and it's tripping him up), instead of the lovely 25% he begins with turning into the 100% I was recommended (and it's worked well when I followed along).

When I get some more days behind me, I'll try to summarize it more precisely.

Is that a boy car? Is that a girl car? Everything has to have a gender right now. The lack of one is a source of befuddlement. Frame of reference - got to keep that in mind. Frame of reference.

My stack of 'books to be read' is 2' tall. Sounds about right, post faire, but. Lotsa books.

Cleaned out my purse, found my Slacker portable again and while I was spanking my laptop yesterday, I updated and charged it up. Boy, I love that thing. I should not forget how much I love that thing. I've been listening to things I never knew about, and things I hadn't heard in a decade. Annnd now it's dead again. Dangit.

I've offered up my Mother's Day Saturday to Sis for a mimosa as big as our heads, but I haven't heard back yet.

I actually had a creditor threaten me with a bad report to my credit rating this morning. I took great pleasure in advising him JUST how stupid that is to do to someone who was widowed after their spouse had a long illness. Dude, when Cliff passed, my credit report was a toxic wasteland, and I'm the one who went to credit counseling knowing it. (I took a second job and Cliff lived with his mother where it was safe, er, safer.) Threaten ME? Oh, you'll have to do something scary, like - um. I don't know. Anything that would scare me would kill me before I could do anything, so how's that a deterrent? I know how long a late payment ding lasts and its impact, okay? Now go try scaring someone else. I can live without credit, bub. Watch me. Over what, you say? I'm making payments when I get paid instead of borrowing more money ahead of my paycheck - which, no. Not for you, not for anyone. Not for a day. I'm blond, not stupid.

It *is* Thursday, right? That would explain it, huh?

Over we go -

Day five of good advice obtained at the faire put into immediate use and WOW THAT WORKS LIKE TREAT. I haven't seen a tantrum since, and I'm getting compliance - reasonably - and does that do good things for my stress levels? *blows air* All it has to do it work, I keep saying. All it has to do is work.

Kid just has to do his job, which is push me to give him boundaries. He's also showing me just how good a memory he has, and I plan to co-opt that as much as I possibly can. He's also very keen on 'days off' now and wants one every morning. Awww.

I'm beginning to get my showers in the afternoon instead of in the morning, but it's a start.

Do not understand how people can get so rigid when someone makes a suggestion backed up with direct experience. To me, it's as good as having the scoring key to a final exam. Maybe with half of it being an essay, but you get my drift. Someone has done this before you did and this is what they learned the hard way so you don't have to. In all honesty, this was Jim's approach from the start, with a twist. Jim hasn't determined how to approach kid without it being 75% play (and it's tripping him up), instead of the lovely 25% he begins with turning into the 100% I was recommended (and it's worked well when I followed along).

When I get some more days behind me, I'll try to summarize it more precisely.

Is that a boy car? Is that a girl car? Everything has to have a gender right now. The lack of one is a source of befuddlement. Frame of reference - got to keep that in mind. Frame of reference.

My stack of 'books to be read' is 2' tall. Sounds about right, post faire, but. Lotsa books.

Cleaned out my purse, found my Slacker portable again and while I was spanking my laptop yesterday, I updated and charged it up. Boy, I love that thing. I should not forget how much I love that thing. I've been listening to things I never knew about, and things I hadn't heard in a decade. Annnd now it's dead again. Dangit.

I've offered up my Mother's Day Saturday to Sis for a mimosa as big as our heads, but I haven't heard back yet.

I actually had a creditor threaten me with a bad report to my credit rating this morning. I took great pleasure in advising him JUST how stupid that is to do to someone who was widowed after their spouse had a long illness. Dude, when Cliff passed, my credit report was a toxic wasteland, and I'm the one who went to credit counseling knowing it. (I took a second job and Cliff lived with his mother where it was safe, er, safer.) Threaten ME? Oh, you'll have to do something scary, like - um. I don't know. Anything that would scare me would kill me before I could do anything, so how's that a deterrent? I know how long a late payment ding lasts and its impact, okay? Now go try scaring someone else. I can live without credit, bub. Watch me. Over what, you say? I'm making payments when I get paid instead of borrowing more money ahead of my paycheck - which, no. Not for you, not for anyone. Not for a day. I'm blond, not stupid.

It *is* Thursday, right? That would explain it, huh?