I’m shocked by how long it has been since I’ve blogged.

There have been two impediments:

• I refuse to blog anything that is truly bad and/or serious in my life.
  
• Not having the time to rub two brain cells together.

Issue the first:

The minions & I are residing in a different abode from DM. This has been a difficult time & not one I want preserved for posterity…publicly, at least. We are doing well, things are beginning to look up, blah, blah, blah. Not a whole lot of blog-fodder at home.

Issue the second:

I am working full time and have been SWAMPED with work of late. I’m now a “single” mom of 4, count them 4, kids, 3 of whom have extra curricular activities. Not a whole lot of time for blogging.

Now, there have been NUMEROUS blog-worthy events in the past six months. Now that work has slowed up a bit, I’ll see if I can dredge some up.

Implosion

A few weeks ago we found out that this building was scheduled to be imploded. We wound up going downtown to watch it. It was so hot, but we really didn't care. It was so worth it when we got to see it blow.

Another Wordless

Some Days are Good Mom Days

Being a mom is hard and most of the time it is thankless & I feel like a failure. Then there are days like yesterday.
#1 needed to be picked up from tutoring, which he went to on his own volition *hooray boy!*, at 4:00. I arrived a bit early so decided to find some of #2’s teachers to check up on the little bugger say hi. While walking along the 2nd floor I spotted #1 at a table with some friends. When he saw me a look of astonishment came over his face and the conversation went something like this:
What are YOU doing here?
Picking you up. What are you doing OUTSIDE?
Tutoring is over. I thought Papa was picking me up.
You thought wrong. Be with you in a minute.
I went in to talk to #2’s art teacher. Though the boy is doing well, he still doesn’t think that all homework applies to him. When I got back to the car #1 told me that my “cool mom legacy” continues. Apparently his friends were amazed by our conversation. I replied that I didn’t even speak to them or do anything cool. I guess their conversations with their maternal units are more stuffy formal. I learned that all people don’t talk to their kids as if they were, well, people. That just made my day.

Wordless Wednesday

I've seen this Wordless Wednesday thing on many blogs of late & have decided to be a shameless copycat. While hiking last week I realized, while looking back on the trail & all the hikers, that we looked like a bunch of ants. Unfortunately the picture didn't come out at all like what my eyes saw...so I played with it.

So much for wordless, eh?