i used to believe my child was bad. okay, not bad...evil. now, after watching supernanny and nanny 911, i know that evil is more nuanced than i thought. other people’s children are EVIL, like rabid dog evil — evil due to circumstances beyond their control. i'm convinced the devil is alive and well in surburbia. my child is more, you know, james bond villain evil, which is to say evil in a more calculated and entertaining way.

today is one of those days where i'm quietly content. i'd be purring if i were lucky enough to possess that skill in fact, i'm so content that i'd love to just curl up with a book under a quilt and read all damned day.

thirteen more days of school left. honestly, this year has gone by so fast. i can't believe that in less than a three weeks, sage will be a first grader (and i will be unemployed) and we'll be living with christopher in richardson. everything's coming up milhouse.