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Come on, Seattle. Some of us could REALLY use some sunshine around here.

This week has been kind of a grind, what with Dylan getting sick with a fever then Riley getting sick with a fever along with a side of Surprise Bed Barf (a surprise only in the sense that I’d taken every precaution possible to avoid a bed barf, including a conveniently-placed pan and a barrage of questions about whether or not he had to barf, to which his answer was a piteous and eventually annoyed “Noooo” and fifteen minutes later, SURPRISE!). Traffic has been extra miserable, triggering a pointless sort of existential despair where I sit in my idling car looking at an unmoving line of red lights in front of me and think O, WHAT IS THIS ALL FOR. JB and I have had to trade off staying home with one sick kid or another and that requires playing the unpleasant game of Whose Job is More Important Today, where each working parent presents their situation to the other in a depressing negotiation where NOBODY FUCKING WINS.

Also, the weather just plain sucks, like Seattle’s calendar all of a sudden got flipped back to January, and I have a giant looming nutrition paper due in a couple weeks and I haven’t really even started it, and there’s weird uncomfortable stuff happening at work, and I sort of feel like everything that’s really awesome about blogs is getting lost in a flinty-eyed money-based groupthink, and I’ve been trying not to snack at 10:30 at night like I normally do and it’s ridiculously hard, and god damn it, nobody makes flattering t-shirts any more.

Look at me, all Andy Rooney and shit. “You know what I don’t understand? Shoelaces, that’s what.”

All these tiresome little complaints have coincided nicely with a new play tent passed on to the boys from a friend of JB’s. We set it up in Riley’s bedroom and filled it with blankets and pillows, and the kids think it’s okay and all but I find it as soothing as a hot bath. There’s just something about being inside of it, with the light dim and filtered yellow from the tent’s cheery circus-like colors. The feeling of being elsewhere, even in the midst of everything. I go in there to read books with the boys and find myself reluctant to leave, long after Riley and Dylan have moved on to other noisy pursuits. I don’t know, it’s just like a big plastic-smelling Xanax.

Anyway, that’s where I’ll be this week until things improve. Slide a cookie under the flap, will you?

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