Heroin at 8:30

As anyone who has 1) a young child and 2) daytime TV hours to kill knows, one of the hottest shows on currently is The Wiggles. They are Australian, two of them are from an old 80s band named The Cockroaches, and all are downright bizarre. They are also addicting for some inexplicable reason.

Kieran could care less about The Wiggles, as he still only likes Sesame Street and zoning out to the evening news when we're trying to get him to take a nap so we can eat dinner in peace. I, on the other hand, have been sucked into the delusion that he's watching The Wiggles with me or (even worse) watch them myself while he's taking a nap.

Their songs have a habit of sticking in my head for days, and it's impossible for anyone to mention fruit salad without thinking 'yummy yummy' to myself. I do have to admit that 4 Aussies singing Hevenu Shalom Aleihem was disturbing, but most entertaining at the same time. I haven't given in and bought their DVDs yet, but I have a feeling it's just a matter of time.

One step closer...

So a while ago I was talking about an appointment to start fixing some mistakes I've made. At that time, I was informed about two things I needed to put in motion. One started on our anniversary, the other was completed yesterday. Now I have to wait a while for the next step to be done by others, and once it is I'll spill what I'm up to. I'm very nervous about either failing (again) or being thought of as a failure for going through this in the first place, so it'll be an anxious wait.

A very long time ago, an Alarm song used to motivate me when life repeatedly knocked me flat on my butt and it's come back to my mind today.

( I can't give in 'til the sky turns black )

It's meant many different things to me depending on where I was in my life, and I forgot all about it when I made the mistakes I did. Not this time.