Good News on the Homefront

The Wrenelator is officially back in action. She's sweet and dear and (woo-hoo!) independent again. She -likes- to play by herself. And she wakes up smiling again instead of crying.

In other news, Lazlo is winding up another busy effing week as a full-time student, employee and father. I'm still in psuedo-limbo homemaker mode (which I pretty much enjoy, don't get me wrong) and I'm going back to my OB next week to hear about all the different kinds of birth control that either don't work or are too expensive. We're going to have come to some kind of conclusion if we don't want this to happen:

http://www.jimbob.info/

Or I guess, as long as I'm at home anyway, why not just have another? How much harder can two be? Right guys? Guys...?

Not really. I do feel sometimes like I'm in a holding pattern or something. I love being home with Wren, but this was the point in my life during which I'd planned on continuing to -prepare- for my life (grad school, wild oats, what not) and not actually live it. The grown-up part was supposed to come a little bit later. It seems like as long as I'm rearing one child, I might as well rear however many we'll have, and then get them in kindergarten and go back to school.

I'm just babbling now, and Glamour came in the mail today, so I'll be spending the rest of the afternoon playing with my newly restored sweety-pie and trying to keep her from eating my magazine.