Katy's Page

The little dog in my userpic... he's not my dog. Not technically. Technically, he belongs to my parents but I love him, too. I'm also glad he's not my dog. It's better that he's their dog because they are home more and as you may imagine, he requires lots of... supervision. And, involvement. He's very, extremely energetic. He's painfully cute, though. Which is good for him. He's enough trouble that if he weren't so cute, he might not be worth the trouble.

But what I was going to say is…

Right after I accused my son of being a walking, talking, skin-covered blob of germs... I found out I have mono! Yes, I'm 39 years old and I have mono. And I can assure you I got it from no one but him. But he's fine! I? I am not fine.

I've never been this tired in my life. It's like my body has become something profoundly different than what I'm used to. I'm exhausted all the time, I am capable of sleeping more than I imagined possible for a person who is not in a coma and I'm never,…

Just now I was cleaning my toilet, thinking: Gee, this toilet doesn't even look dirty, but I know it's covered in germs and I better wipe them off of every surface because I know Michael has his hands all over it everytime he uses the bathroom.

That's the thing about little boys. To this day I'm still frequently actively grateful that he's potty trained and he's been trained for three years now. But at this point while I can say he's potty trained, he is perhaps not potty trained w…