Why is it...

that the days I am least in the mood to deal with Widget are the days when she seems to want me the most? It's enough to make me scream.

Logically, I know why it seems to happen that way - I'm sure that I do something to make her feel like I'm unhappy with her (or don't want her around), which makes her more clingy because now she knows I'm "mad", which frays my tmper even further which makes her more clingy, and on and on and on.

Knowing that doesn't do much to make it easier to deal with.

At least we got in good bedtime snuggles tonight. That's the easiest time in the world to forget how ill-behaved she was all day and give her smothering lovies, because I know when we're done, I'm done for the day ad she's going to sleep.

God, I'm such a horrible mom sometimes.

50 Books - Books 37 and 38

37. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn Bessie Smith This was referenced heavily in Children of the City. Since it was an easily accessible piece of source material, I figured I'd check it out. I enjoyed it a lot. I'm not sure how I missed it growing up, it definitely felt more like a YA novel than an adult one. An interesting picture of growing up poor in New York, and tenemen life.

38. The Coastliners Joanne Harris After enjoying Chocolat, I figured I'd pick up a couple more by Harris at the library. This was a lovely story of the inhabitants of a small island off the coast of France, and their struggle in the face of losing their way of life. Understated and beautiful, I found the characters a little confusing (There's family feuds, and at least three generations, and I had trouble keeping track of who belonged to which family), and I alo frequently wished I had the knowledge of the future that I had when I read Chocolat. Either way, I enjoyed it, and I'm looking forward to reading Five Quarters of the Orange this week or next.

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I think I must be officiall old, as today, the youngish teenage boys on my street were talking as if I wasn't there at all. Which, actually probably means I'm not that old, since I wasn't viewed as such a parental unit that they needed to behave while they were in front of me.

However. That isn't the funny part of the story. What I overheard is.

Said boys had swiped a shopping cart from somewhere, and two of them were pushing a third in it. As they walked past, they were considering the "cool" things they could do with it, like sending it down a really big hill with one of their number in it.

Then I hear one of them actually say "I know what we should do! I saw them do it on Jackass, it was AWESOME!" Said stunt involved getting the shopping cart up to full speed, with a rider, then runing it full tilt into a curb. OUCH.

It took every fiber of my being to not turn around and say "But, those guys are trained professional idiots. You boys aren't trained OR professional." I'm also glad that I don't know where they live. If I did, I have to admit, I'm square enough that I'd probably go rat them out to their parents.