Horses and Glory

Patti Smith makes being a mom punk. And punk is cool.....

O...What next?

I usually try to be cheerful and up on this blog, because who the heck wants to read downers from someone you know. But I must confess I am having a massive fight with my usually sunny disposition.
Life is hard. My career has been going nowhere, and I have to start earning money for myself and my little family. I have nothing on the horizon except my teaching gig, and I honestly don't know what to do. I get pretty panicky. I was even considering driving to Ranch Cucamonga to work so I could make my insurance, but that didn't work out.
I confess to being sad and lonely sometimes, considering our housing situation, but try as we might, there seems to be no solution.
Lionel is a darling boy, but he's been sick and it's been hard to go to work and leave him behind when he's not feeling well. Especially when work doesn't even pay for the babysitter.
I don't see many people outside of work and I miss having friends.
Poor pitiful Pearl. Believe me, I know I have it good compared to Millions of people on this planet. I own a little apartment. I have a generous good hearted man who loves me, who is being pulled hard in a zillion directions, but ALWAYS has time to rescue me when I need it. We have our charming little boy, who is mad about us and couldn't care less that we exist like sardines in a can. We have supportive families who do their best to help. Golly, I'm just putting it out to the universe... I could use some cheering up.
I am feelin' mighty low....

Updates!

Well an eventful month here in Lake Whymehon? Our sweet little trio had a FABULOUS time at Pinecrest lake up in the Sierras. Lilo is a water baby extraordinaire! He was groovy with his Cross side of the family and made FAST friends with Hannah, Zoe and Dylan. (he's loved Eliza since practically he was born) We enjoyed the sand and the water and the fascinating Uncle RC. On our last day we went out in the little blue rowboat and he was adorable, dreamily pulling his hand in the water and asking his da-daa for more more more. (or "Buh! as he pronounces it)
We had to cut our trip short, as I started teaching conservatory for SCR. I really enjoy teaching, but I was so SICK this last week. I can't have been that much fun. I'm hoping to capture the kids final demo for YouTube.
It's very hot. My new, and working (miracle!) AC can hardly keep up with the heat. I sort of long for DDolls locale right about now. I think I'll threaten a family train visit.
Much affection to all of my peeps.
Hey. we rode an elephant too...

Tribbles.... Thanks to Don.

Quatro triticalle!
This creature is NOT from Hensons monster shop!

Drat! The Duck!

We lost Lionels' Duckie last week. Gone, lord only knows where. The Thomas Train set on Belmont shore? Nope. The Beach Trail? Nope. The gutter on Ocean ave? Nope, nope, and how would I have cleaned it anyway? Oh, it was a tragic night here at the Federal Building. So I do what any desperate mother would and.... got on ebay!
Voila! 3, count 'em, 3 of the exact duck!! Wow! What are the odds? I'm so grateful... hey wait a cotton filled minute... these people want $30 for this small Duck from Target. And... the other items they are selling? More Loveys! These people hoard Loveys and them sell 'em to desperate parents for ridiculous amounts of cash. Ick. As much as I resented the thought I went ahead and bought one. She arrived today and Lilo is blissed out.. Never underestimate the power of a baby's tears to make you part with your hard earned and rather scarce cash.
If that duck runs away again, I don't know what the duck I'll do.