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Birthday party over, Kidzilla has been packed off home with a birthday haul of books, school supplies and apples (we were at the orchard again today) and a ball of nervous for her first day of school in the morning. She'll be fine. :)
It was a good weekend with them, not too crazy, didn't feel overscheduled, there were lots of hang out and snuggle and play times.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23 and I chatted about it a bit last night, and we both agree it's a lot more... I don't know, relaxed is not the right word, nor is "easier" but whatever the word I'm fishing for is, it's really nice having our own space for them to run around and be themselves in. Course it's just nice having our own space, full stop. It occurred to me recently that it's been probably more than five years since I truly shared a living space with someone and felt like I had an equal claim to it rather than just feeling like all I had a right to was my room. I mean, there was the spot at the Perry for a bit, but that never really felt mine either even though I wasn't sharing it with anyone. But yeah, it's pretty nice so far. Course, it's only been a week and I may well find some reason to stab him in his sleep soon, which reminds me, I still owe him some profound swatting for a zinger he aimed at chirping_monkey and me earlier today... oy. It was funny, no lie, but he needs to be smacked into at least next tuesday for it.
Tomorrow feels very much back to life back to reality and I'm trying not to dread it as such. There's a trip to sephora to look forward to at least, so it's certainly not all gloom doom and work.
Somethingcell23 pointed out yesterday has been making me kinda consider starting to jack out from the interbutts for a while again. Goodness knows I have a shitton of better things to do besides stare into the pixels, and these days I actually am starting to get back the desire to do them. Amazing what you want to do when you're not a ball of anxiety, eh?
Goose out.
It was a good weekend with them, not too crazy, didn't feel overscheduled, there were lots of hang out and snuggle and play times.
cell23 and I chatted about it a bit last night, and we both agree it's a lot more... I don't know, relaxed is not the right word, nor is "easier" but whatever the word I'm fishing for is, it's really nice having our own space for them to run around and be themselves in. Course it's just nice having our own space, full stop. It occurred to me recently that it's been probably more than five years since I truly shared a living space with someone and felt like I had an equal claim to it rather than just feeling like all I had a right to was my room. I mean, there was the spot at the Perry for a bit, but that never really felt mine either even though I wasn't sharing it with anyone. But yeah, it's pretty nice so far. Course, it's only been a week and I may well find some reason to stab him in his sleep soon, which reminds me, I still owe him some profound swatting for a zinger he aimed at chirping_monkey and me earlier today... oy. It was funny, no lie, but he needs to be smacked into at least next tuesday for it.Tomorrow feels very much back to life back to reality and I'm trying not to dread it as such. There's a trip to sephora to look forward to at least, so it's certainly not all gloom doom and work.
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cell23 pointed out yesterday has been making me kinda consider starting to jack out from the interbutts for a while again. Goodness knows I have a shitton of better things to do besides stare into the pixels, and these days I actually am starting to get back the desire to do them. Amazing what you want to do when you're not a ball of anxiety, eh?Goose out.
