Ouch.

Last night Bryan and I were in the bedroom talking and cleaning up, and Marissa and Phoebe were out in the living room playing.  So we thought.

I heard Phoebe start to cry, so I ran out, and she was ON TOP of the kitchen table, ON TOP OF MY COMPUTER, and she had taken off her diaper and peed all over my laptop.

While that might sound funny, it's really not.  My laptop won't even power on now.  I had business information and e-mail contacts in there, pictures, project ideas, etc., that I don't know how I'm going to get back.

We can't afford to take it in and get it fixed, we can't afford to replace it.  I know it was just an accident, and no one is at fault, but I can't help but feeling like all the nice stuff we have eventually gets completely trashed.

I really want to be that 2-year old brat and stomp my feet and cry, because that's how I feel.  Since I can't be a little baby about it I'll just suck it up and do the best I can, but I'm so sad.  And I feel pathetic that I'm so sad over a computer, but oh well.  That's the truth.  I loved that laptop, and it was all mine, and now it's gone.

That wasn't very nice.

Saw the movie Dark Water the other day.  After watching the gut-wrenching ending I spent the next 35 minutes (NO LIE) bawling my eyes out. 

Note to movie producers:  consider putting a disclaimer on your movies for those of us that are pregnant and a wee bit hormonal.  No matter where you are, your studio is NOT too far away for me to march my happy ass in there and smack you silly for making me cry like that.

Gah.  I can't even talk about it anymore, it's going to make me cry again.  Bastards.

How does this happen?

That I can be sooooooooooo freakin' boooooooooooored, but I have a ton of stuff to do?  Someone explain this to me, please?  I have slings to size, fabric to shop for, clothes to finish sewing up, I have Marissa's sweater and Phoebe's blankie to finish crocheting....  AND I'M BORED.

Anyway.  I think Marissa is having some sort of existential crisis that is manifesting itself in her hairdos.  She insisted last night that I cut her hair.  AGAIN.  But this time she wanted it really really really short, she said.  So I cut it really short in the back, but longer in the front, and OH MY GOD IT LOOKS SO DAMN CUTE. 

Also, I traded a couple of Marissa's old clothes for some jeans for her in a size 8.  The jeans came, and wouldn't you know that they're too small and too short?  So I added side panels and pulled out the hems.  I also whipped up a quick little shirt to go with it.  Although her hair isn't done, here she is making her toast before heading off to school this morning, sporting the new 'do and wearing her new outfit.

Maybe one of these days I'll have something profound and funny and witty to say, but in the meantime, I'm just BORED.