Word of the Day: vulcanize So Ethan has the chicken pox and Evan has scarlet fever. Neither of them act like they're sick at all, and so far Patrick has neither disease [though I wouldn't mind him getting chicken pox right now rather than later]. Patrick adjusted really well to going to Laura's instead of the daycare. It took two or three days for him to be fine, but after he realized that he gets fed and played with, he was really all right with the situation. Patrick hasn't really been doing anything really interesting lately other than pointing at things. I always point at him and say his name, point at me and say Mommy, and point at JD and say Daddy, and he points along with me but really doesn't say anything other than 'Dadada' and the like. Which is fine, I guess, but something needs to happen soon, either talking or teething. JD is really annoying. He doesn't have a job, though he's looking, and everything in our room is still a mess. I'm still the one who washes the clothes and gives Patrick a bath and get him ready for bed. I feel like I do everything around here. JD goes to school and looks for a job and comes home and takes a nap. Takes a nap. He can sleep for ten hours and then take a nap. I love him, but he's such a bum sometimes. I can't wait till we live on our own so I can yell at him about dishes not being washed and who pays the bills. Does that seem wrong? I messed up on my gauntlets and had to start over, but things are going more better this time. And Kate [since there's no place to put this now you've made your diary private], I'll have to see how this set turns out before I make you a set. I don't want to send you a pair of wanky gauntlets, that would just be wrong. When I knit in the evenings, though, I get really sleepy really fast and wind up going to sleep at eight or nine o'clock. My eyes just get really screwy and don't work right so that I have to go to sleep. Now I'm in charge of payables at work instead of receivables. I don't want to be moved, but it wasn't really my choice to make. I guess that's why they brought Mark down here [instead of hiring someone who knows what they're doing], to focus on collecting to pay for the renovations that are supposedly happening or are going to happen at the property. And since I'm now in charge of payables, I have to do coding and transmittals along with invoicing and non-cash postings and working the desk at least twice a week. I barely have time to do what I've been doing, and now I have to do payables. I don't know what they're thinking about, paying me $6.75 an hour and giving me all that to do. Not worth it. I plan on starting the job search in earnest, but how many times have I said that, eh? I feel like reading Jane Austen books. I don't really know why, but I've been feeling it for a week or so. I'm going to have to do something about it soon. We went to see 'V for Vendetta' this afternoon, which I thoroughly enjoyed from the very beginning with V's alliterative introductory speech and the fireworks from Old Baily to the fireworks from Parliment in the closing scene. And now when I watch any of the Matrix or LotR films, I can close my eyes and not be freaked out by Hugo Weaving. Ah, finally.