this is that phase of life where your daughter is old enough to snottily take the neighbor's mail out of your mailbox and ask why you don't just walk it over there yourself, then agree to bring it over, but young enough that later you find that same envelope buried in her closet. You confront her about and she laughs. You get angry and slam the door open and make a hole in the wall with the knob. The three year old is still screaming about not getting a treat she found at 8PM. Screaming. You step out to put the neighbor's mail back in the box and the dog slips out. You chase the dog around the house and the dog rightly cowers in fear of you when caught. You're old enough to have some wrinkles but young enough to have a really painful zit on your nose that you tell your three year old not to touch so she immediately honks your nose and you shriek and she starts screaming again.

it doesn't matter because its 9 and the kids are in bed and I'm finally alone. Chris will be home soon and I can't wait to see him because I'm in love with him and I'm just looking forward to sitting with him. When I close my eyes I see his kind and smiling eyes. he has a beard again. We went to a show last night. It was fun. We met about 15 people there. It was surreal to walk down a dark, deserted city street and be approached from two directions by groups of friends. like we were in a musical about a gang of indie rock fans.