There were not many things that could make Echo TRULY angry when it came to her daughter. However, by the third straight day of FUCKING SCREAMING for no reason? She was at the end of her proverbial rope. Not to mention it was happening right when Dawna'd been sick, so Henry was the one about.

Honestly, she was ready to choke the baby for a few second's peace.

It was really REALLY that bad.

The second day, she'd been concerned, and taken Adrienne to the doctor. "Colic" they proclaimed it, but Echo knew better. This was sheerly the baby's irritation and peevishness that her father wasn't home. She knew that feeling VERY well. She was really rather peevish about it as well.

Adrienne had just fallen into a fitful sleep (and Echo dare not put her down in the cot, because the second she took more than ten steps from it, the baby would wake up and that shrill shriek would start again) when the sheer overwhelming emotions hit. She went to the bathroom and ran a bath, the tears falling down her cheeks almost as quickly as the water filled the tub. This? Was too much reality.

When the tub was full, she lit candles and put Adrienne's bouncy seat in the middle of the bathroom floor, latching her into it securely before she crawled into the hot, soothing water.

She felt the tears rising up again, and she gave into them, no longer having the energy to do anything else.

Merry Christmas.

to my husband (and you bet your ARSE I got one too.)

to Adrienne (with pictures of the family tucked inside)
to Aiden (Because every man could use a refresher course!)
to James (with helmet and pads to match!)
to Justin (with helmet and pads to match!)
to Edward (because Grandma's amused by it)

to Kieran (A four hour long helicopter tour and a romantic dinner for two.)
to Christina (Hot air balloon ride for two with champagne and a picnic)
to Nichola (Because you'll always be my princess)
to Ethan and Damien (one for each, and LOADS of new movies to watch when they visit!)

Just thought I'd point out for anyone who's not paying attention?

I unlocked EVERYTHING in this journal.

Feel free to poke around. *evil smirk* Dawna's about to do the same on HER journal.

Let's clear the air. *laughs*

Request drabbles. Something stupid, silly, sappy, whatever. But no requests for uber angst or fighting stuff. I need happy

She sat straight up, biting her lips to keep from crying out. It had been a long time since she'd had this old nightmare, and she cursed herself-that now the stupid thing would come back.

It had been more violent than the reality. In the dream, the man grabbed her and swung her body into the wall, the corner digging painfully into her spine as she hit. He grabbed her chin and turned her head, whispering in her ear. He took no time to finesse, simply shoved his hand against her trousers.

In the dream, he actually followed through on his threats. He did more than rub himself against her. He found her knife and used it on her. It was the feel of the knife slipping into her stomach, and her body's reaction (Kieran, he's killing Kieran, don't let him kill the baby) - beyond panic - that made her wake up. She pulled her knees up to her chest, angry and sad and slightly horrified.

And of course, it had to happen on a Henry night. Dawna and Henry would be curled up together, sleeping peacefully. She couldn't help herself from her moment of bitterness, from the way her brain called out to her husband, needing him so much it physically hurt. If he heard her, he would come, and Dawna would forgive her.

"Edward, please," she murmured, not even feeling the tears that were spilling down her cheeks. She pressed her face against her knees, the silence of the house overwhelming at this time of morning.

New Pretties. Took for-fucking-ever.

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1) Tell you why I friended you
2) Associate you with a song/movie
3) Tell a random fact about you
4) Tell a first memory about you
5) Associate you with an animal/fruit
6) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you
7) Show you my favorite user pic of yours
8) In return, you MUST spread this disease in your LJ (unless, of course, you already are doing that)


I'm with Dawna on this. I don't give a shite if you're friended or not... comment, and I'll tell you.

I'd love to be able to tell some people what I think of them.

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Notes on Strangling

( now cut for my own sanity... not that I have any )

Let’s keep things believable, kids. If you can’t do that, you might as well not be RPGing at all.

Logic and Research is your friend.

( Back To The Beginning )

I am just a touch bitter that I'm not allowed to say happy birthday over *points* there, you know... *sighs* Ah well, such is life, and this has always been our place together...

Happy Birthday, my Edward.

*evil grin* Umm.. love? I have an idea... *points to icon* Please?

Dear Crutches, Die.

Dear Edward, I hate the crutches. Make them die. Please? *blinks cutely*

Dear Stupid Broken Foot, fuck off.

Dear Morning Sickness, GO AWAY.

Dear Disgrunteld Echo, CALM THE FUCK DOWN.

No Love, lots of love, no love, no love and no love.

~Me

Dear GOD, painful broken foot.

Yes, I AM a moron. Yes I DID try to run around the house yesterday. Yes, I AM paying for it today.

*sighs*

I'm having a day. Not a bad day, not a good day... just... a day.