Never you mind that it’s twenty after eight and I’ve held up my end of the bedtime bargain and D’s asleep on the couch downstairs, and A is presumably tearing the living room apart because of this. And never mind that in some unsupervised moments, A apparently threw no less than three half-full water bottles, a greeting card, and a hanger DOWN THE HEAT DUCT, where they traveled to the furnace and sat along with three dead bats until we noticed a weird smell and D was motivated to do something about it. I mean come on...we’re talking fire hazard here (is that a ping-pong ball I hear bouncing off the living room wall?!). It’s been a week, let me tell you.

I’m in the midst of contemplating a job change. I’m pretty much done with the place I am in now. Nothing ever seems to get done, there’s no way to really get ahead, and while that appears to be fine with my control-freakish and non-risk-taking co-workers, I find it somewhat hopeless and very boring. When I think about some of the garbage that goes on (talking more specifically about interpersonal relations rather than the actual “work” of work), I am absolutely amazed and somewhat ashamed of myself for hanging out there as long as I have. But in the end, here I find myself just being rather stagnant and weighing several options while thinking that there aren’t enough options.

I did find out this week that, contrary to my own previous beliefs, I am not considered to be at elevated risk for breast, cervical, or uterine cancer. That’s one worry off my mind. I was struck by the feeling I had going for the annual doctor’s visit...that it’s now more about keeping myself healthy for my children as it is about just keeping myself healthy. So...well, nevermind the elevated blood pressure and a number on the scale that nearly made me vomit.

We get to go out with friends tomorrow night, two people who we completely and totally enjoy. They also happen to have three fabulous daughters, one of whom is old enough to be a fabulous babysitter. We’re going to dinner and a show...and I simply can’t wait.

Time to get the Halloween costume ready for the party at school tomorrow. I am so not old enough to have a preschooler in need of a Halloween costume. Cripes...I was just wearing Halloween costumes myself a few years ago. Well, OK, like 15 years ago, but it seems like yesterday.