Meditations of a Sleep Deprived Momma

thank goodness for the backspace key, first of all! because otherwise my typing would be completely incomprehensible. looking at dance studios down here and trying to figure out how to make it work, between fiddling and needing to move "the girls" down here asap--nanynka is coming 8--EIGHT--and mariah is 26 now. i miss my ponies a lot, and look forward to raising my kids with them as much as possible.
so the level of my brainwaves has sunk to The Devil Wears Prada, besides which i enjoyed the movie (such beautiful beautiful eye candy clothes) so i thought i'd give it a go and (finally!) rambled down to the library. TRIPE. obsence tripe. it was awful--vulgar, seedy, pitifully shallow. i read as much as i did from the fascination of the abomination. i am so much in my little bubble--not the Catholic bubble or the small town bubble but the ever-present jaime-bubble--that i was amazed that apparently most of the modern world thinks and lives this way.
both boys just woke up and in my efforts to coax them back to sleep i rocked on my own foot. how? i have no idea. but my son sat in his bed, categorically refusing to lie down and nap, so i finally caved (i know, i know) and rocked him. he was asleep in 90 seconds . . . how, again, did i end up with The Most Stubborn Child? i know i'm stubborn, but not that stubborn! right now we currently at loggerheads about lunch. who knew it was a punishment to eat all-natural hotdog and homemade french fries?
i have been reading Wives and Daughters. the movie is so charming that i decided to read it, finally, despite the fact that North and South was NOT my most favorite thing ever (the novel; i've only seen part of the film). so far the novel is quite enjoyable; a much lighter tone overall, although we've not gotten full-blown into Osbourne's troubles as of yet.
(no son, you cannot go outside until you eat your lunch.)
we're supposed to have company arriving, but i have no idea when they are coming. so i'm trying to maintain as much order in the chaos as possible.
(Losh says "oooAAAAAAAAAAA", Finn observes.)
i consistently have to fight against vanity, and i received ample ammunition when i discovered, much to my great discomfiture, that i still have over 20 lbs to lose before i fit into my normal clothes. come on, nursing! eat up those pounds! come on, walks! slim that bum!
oh, dear, i need to stop. these meditations are going nowhere fast, although i thought i had a lot to say before i started. so i leave you with this, one of my favourite ballet photos ever.