More revisions....

Or, the "I'm never going to finish so I'm just giving up now" post. I just got revisions back on a chapter just prior to sending off a second. These were to be minor just-pre-final things to wrap up. My advisor had already been through this chapter once and I made the big changes and sent it to her for final-approval things, which this feedback ought to have been. Except it's not. These suggestions are huge and consuming and will precipitate changes in the draft I thought I was ready to send off. Which means more revisions and then sending the two away together and never seeing them again (well, or for six months, but you know). I'm feeling frustrated and incapable and stupid. I think I need to sleep and work on it tomorrow. Hopefully things will look better in the morning, but somehow I doubt it.

No more babies

My babies aren't babies any more. That combined with the frustration I mentioned a couple of posts ago has me about ready to have some sort of emotional breakdown. Maybe that's an exaggeration. I do miss having a tiny one to snuggle. Those things in mind though I have two J stories that warmed my heart.

First, the other day we were at my dad and stepmom's house for Sunday dinner. I got to hold my new little nephew (he really is darling). Bee came over to see him and pat his head and tickle his toes, so of course J followed. I was nervous because he can be rough sometimes...not intentionally, just because he doesn't know how strong he is. He very softly patted the baby's head and then said "Momma, weeoo dust tate it?". As in, will you just take it. Like home. I had to explain that the baby was NOT ours and would have to go home with his momma. J was disappointed.

Second, today when I was snuggling him in for naps he rubbed my shoulder for a minute and then said "dat's bedder, momma? I just wuv eeoo.". I don't know how he could tell I was having a day of it but I almot cried that he wanted to make me feel better.

I'm so glad that he's a sweet boy. And I'm so glad that he came to our little family where we won't feel a need to teach him that that sweet sensitivity is somehow equivalent to weakness or girliness and something he needs to remove from his personality.

Funny of the day

"There is no better way to dispel the myth that Romney is detached patrician elite than...competitive horse prancing!"

Stephen Colbert, for the win.