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Pregnancy update: I’ve got gestational diabetes and it’s making me weird about food. All my stymied desire for sweets is being redirected and gaining force. If I don’t get some sichuan peppercorns I’ll die

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I bring in treats for my advisory on every kid’s birthday, cuz it sucks if no one acknowledges your birthday at school! And a couple times this year, I’ve been sick or swamped and my wife has been nice to me and baked the treat

But now the kids ASK which of us baked it every time I bring something in, and they’re disappointed when it’s me because they think Allyssa’s stuff is better haha

Lyss loves it, shes enjoying the ego stroke so much that she’s starting to say things like, “I think they deserve little treats at the holidays too, I’ll make them something on Valentine’s Day”

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We are having a lovely time cleaning out our apartment to make room for a baby. I think my wife is some kind of fae, and Buy Nothing is the domain of her power. Three times she has gone to list an item, and found that the front page had somebody who’d posted an “in search of” for that exact item - she has granted wishes for a shoe rack, a whiteboard, and an elderly 2011 kindle. In return, she’s gotten us 20 free baby bottles and a free high chair. Community is magic, idk.

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We’re cleaning a LOT of old stuff out of our apartment to make room for a baby, which is like making room for an entire 3rd roommate, and most of it I can either chuck or donate. But one set of things I have that I would be sad to throw out and unlikely to get takers for on the local Buy Nothing is old fandom posters and merch. If you want some 13th doctor fanart or a Gunnerkrigg Court poster and are willing to venmo me the cost of shipping, I will happily send it to you. I may post more old shit like this over the next few days, I don’t even know what I own lol

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“You may have noticed that the books you really love are bound together by a secret thread. You know very well what is the common quality that makes you love them, though you cannot put it into words: but most of your friends do not see it at all, and often wonder why, liking this, you should also like that. Again, you have stood before some landscape, which seems to embody what you have been looking for all your life; and then turned to the friend at your side who appears to be seeing what you saw - but at the first words a gulf yawns between you, and you realise that this landscape means something totally different to him, that he is pursuing an alien vision and cares nothing for the ineffable suggestion by which you are transported. Even in your hobbies, has there not always been some secret attraction which the others are curiously ignorant of - something, not to be identified with, but always on the verge of breaking through, the smell of cut wood in the workshop or the clapclap of water against the boat’s side? Are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it. All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it - tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But if it should really become manifest - if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say “Here at last is the thing I was made for.” We cannot tell each other about it. It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives or made our friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows wife or friend or work. While we are, this is. If we lose this, we lose all.”

— C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain (via sunrec)

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I won first place in a cookie contest today and I’m feeling very smug, I should be on the great British bake off

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Pregnancy Update: we don’t know the sex of the baby, but like 8 separate people have told me I have “boy mom vibes” and I don’t know what that means

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How do they keep making later and later stages of late-capitalism

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I’ve got a little buddy in my advisory at work this year who is a giant pain in the ass, I’ll call him K. He is a lovable menace. I feel like I spend half my day fielding complaints about him, and the other half trying to get him to leave my classroom and attend his actual classes.

Anyway I have a keurig machine in my room and my advisees have hot drink privileges, they’re allowed to come in and make something before first period, which is great bc it means they all come say hi to me and have a reason to aim for getting to school 5 minutes early.

But I didn’t realize I’d run out of lids until I got the staff-wide email from an angry teacher going, “WHO IS SENDING THESE KIDS OUT WITH BOILING CUPS OF LIDLESS HOT COCOA TO MAKE A MESS IN MY ROOM??” sparking a school wide debate about where these kids were getting these dangerous drinks, and I was like ‘hmmm, is this about to be the Most Ridiculous write-up in my file? Perhaps’

And then my BOSS answered the chain with, “I asked K where he got it and he said the deli next door, we can ask security to stop letting them bring unlidded drinks back into the building”

Anyways I’m just charmed by this little scamp covering for me to my boss. It’s cute that he was like, “oh is Ms B gonna get in trouble for this? I’m no snitch”

(Don’t worry I bought more lids)

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As always, Halloween leads to the Great Classroom Air Conditioner War between students dressed in giant furry onesie costumes and students dressed in single small scrap of fabric costumes

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Hey tumblr guess what, I am pregnant! I’ve been pukin about it for about 3 months and everyone who knows me in person sure is sick of me whining, so I guess it’s time to tell the internet!

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It sucks that there's only 20 minutes in each day. If there was more than that I would get more stuff done I'm sure

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If life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes

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“You never reply to messages” I am just one person okay I am understaffed

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i am extremely well-adjusted and mentally healthy as long as nothing goes wrong ever at all even a little bit