oh yes. oh fucking yes.

talk me down off the ledge

getting a panic attack about once a day when i think about the fact that yaakov lost his job and i'm in school. mad guilt. but i won't quit, that's stupid. just have to push forward, and it doesn't help when i feel like i'm being watched by everyone at every turn; that people are just waiting for me to screw up. there's no room for error and i all i want to do is sleep/cry/run. and i have to be there for my boo.

Thanksgiving recap

Going to my in-laws' for Thanksgiving is like a spa vacation. It's my mother-in-laws' holiday, so it's not negotiable, which is fine by me. They live in Tallahassee, FL, which is really like southern Georgia; not much going on. Kim doesn't let me cook (yes, I offer repeatedly), and the boo is well taken care of. He had fun playing with the dogs, including Auntie Christy's new puppy Abby (supposedly being groomed to give to us -- as if we don't have enough going on).

One thing I love about my in-laws' is that everything is always so low-key. This is not a family that talks about its feelings, which, frankly, can be

very refreshing. Yeah, at a certain point they'll probably all explode, but in the meantime there's no psycho family drama of the kind that makes holidays with my side of the family exhausting, much as I love them.

It didn't hurt that they took the boo shopping for a whole new winter wardrobe. That was awesome. And we got him the Dr. Seuss book There's a Wocket in My Pocket, a classic of my childhood, with a matching stuffed Wocket! Rock.

Kim also took us shoe shopping, and we got some great little Croc boots for the boo, as well as fabulous and comfortable boots for me, which I'm very excited about. They pretty much look like the pic, but with a larger heel. Nothing too fancy, but they're well-made and make me feel like an adult. They are made for walking.

out there

So we're over Thanksgiving. Went to Florida to visit the in-laws. On the plane on the way back, holding Nani, I got this urge to blog again. Why, I have no idea. Sitting in front of the computer at this moment, I have no idea. Maybe we'll find out why. If not, this will just be another one of the internet's millions of echo chambers.