I seem to have accomplished what could only be called a miracle in our house these days. I'm home today with the little one. I'm also off Monday to be home with him (long story short - no other childcare, husband losing job in 1 1/2 weeks so not looking for daycare, in-laws in Florida otherwise they would probably have the boy), and that of course means I'm contemplating calling off tomorrow and making this a nice, long weekend. We'll see.

What miracle, you ask? I hope to heavens I don't jinx myself for saying this, but I've gotten the boy to go down for a nap. This is a rare occurence in our house. He used to take naps every day, and usually they were good 2-3 hour naps that meant Mommy or Daddy could really have a break. But for the last 2 months or so, he hasn't been inclined towards the afternoon siesta. I took my chances today to see what would happen... it's been an hour, and there's been barely a peep. I just don't think I can get across to you in words how exciting this is for me.

It feels as if it's been such a long week. The woman that sits in the cubicle behind me has finally purchased another car, although I'm waiting for disaster on that front because she bought the car of another woman that works with us. Past experience has taught me that transactions such as this usually turn out badly.

Production at the vile manufacturing plant where K will work for another 1 1/2 weeks has stopped. They're spending these last days breaking down the machinery and such. I think the finality of this is finally starting to hit him. We could have some rough days ahead.

I have spent my hour of solitude (slowly but sure stretching now to an hour and a 1/2) browsing the iTunes website. I'm hoping to soon add some new tunes to the iPod, possibly including but not limited to... Ryan Adams, Blink 182, Foo Fighters, Aretha Franklin, Ani DiFranco, Janis Joplin, Liz Phair... I could go on and on and on and on and on..............