Temporary? Insanity

Oh. My.
Teething baby at 6am.
First post-baby period started.
Voice just a painful froggy remnant of its former self.
Nasty stuffed up sinuses.
Girls up at 6:30am.
A sick Emma staying home from school.
New plotlines and characters bouncing around in my head demanding to be written.
Too many demands.
HOWEVER…
Making pancakes for Becca as a promised reward for using the potty right before bed (woot!).
Claira has been marginally happy.
Weight is down again to 204.6 despite evening snacks last night and despite first day of period.
Girls have[...]

This might become a regular thing here at Temporary? Insanity OR I might be so embarrasssed that I never share my work ever again.
In other words, be nice in your comments please or I will accuse you of KILLING my dream.
Ahem.
Random Scene That Popped Into Kim’s Head With Many Missing Bits That Will Be Filled in Later (there are no actual characters as yet – the sound was on but the picture was fuzzy):
Student: “I have an intrinsic understanding of[...]

Once upon a time ago I worked at a furniture store. Getting the job was something of a miracle, as I was painfully shy at that point in my life and my job searching tactics included 1) Constantly rewriting my resume and 2) Never giving it to anyone. I pretty much sat around draining my limited scholarship money at an alarming rate (mostly I spent it on clothes that I shrunk in the wash a week later –[...]

Some days, I feel like my ability to be happy has been taken away from me. There’s the classic wrong-side-of-the-bed syndrome, one-or-all-of-my-kids-is-being-a-brat-itis, the-scale-is-evil-and-WRONG-but-I’m-going-to-cry-anyway-osis, and all other manner of happiness robbing happenstances.
Yesterday was such a day. I fought it, and I fought hard. I tried to remain sweet and loving with my children, for Becca the birthday girls’ sake, but just shy of 5pm I sent them up to play in their room so I could have a[...]

Today I’m laughing at myself over yesterday’s drama. Some gals are dancing queens. Me? I’m a drama queen apparently.
I’m changing. That’s what it all comes down to. And it’s a good, good thing. And the fear is optional, as it always has been.
And really, I know exactly who I’m going to be today. I’m going to be who I choose to be. And that? Is so incredibly fabulous that I am[...]

I’m terrified. I don’t feel it in the chest tightening, rapid breathing, dilated pupils sort of way, but the fear is there. I write about it often here, try to trap it in my little box of words so I can define it and weaken it. I can laugh at it, here in my safe place. I can smile wryly and shake my head at how silly I can be.
I couldn’t stop moving today. Up[...]

802 Posts. 15,750 Comments. Three and a Half Years of Free Therapy, Giggles, Deep Introspection, and Friendships that Have Affected Me in Ways Innumberable.
What a ride.
I’m using it to hide though. Not in the way I did when I first started, when blogging consumed so many of my waking hours that there seemed to be time for little else. I’ve found a better balance since then. I no longer post daily. I no longer read a hundred blogs a day.[...]

Life is surreal right now. I am home but not home. Mother to my children again and yet limited in my ability to mother them. I keep struggling to do all that I was yearning to do during my time away from home and family, but there are not enough hours, not enough energy, not enough reprieve from pain.
I can oh so humbly admit to having some virtues, but patience is certainly not one of them!
There are[...]

Claira was born starving hungry. Holding her slight weight against us in the hospital, we could feel the wiggling of her tummy and hear the deep rumbling bubbly sounds of her cavernous innards. While she’s a champion nurser she just can’t get enough into her stomach before she falls asleep and as a result has to nurse almost constantly to stay contented.
And so I pump. And so there is bottle paraphenelia everywhere. And so I feel[...]

I’m in a rather odd mood at the moment and this picture made me giggle so up it goes.
Last night was the worst night’s sleep I’ve had since…well…probably since I had a fussy newborn baby girl named Emma. It was the sort of night where dream images flew thick and furious and yet despite the surety that there were dreamings, little to no actual sleep seemed to transpire. I woke up groggy and sore and walked solidly into[...]