Where Have You Been?
Over the past couple of weeks I have gotten a few emails and a couple of instant messages along the lines of, "Where have you been? I guess your summer has been crazy. You must have your hands full," etc. Are you people smoking crack? I have been posting almost constantly. I have made the comment, "I am SO blogging this!" on several occasions. Unfortunately, what I have written in my head and what has actually gotten posted are two different things.
I chalk it up to early senility and motherhood. You cannot hold either one against me.
In the effort to catch up (because things around here are going to really get "interesting" in the near future) here are the highlights:
* It took #1 Son 2 weeks to convince me that he did not fail Spanish and was really voluntarily attending a review session the first 3 weeks of summer vacation.
* The baby grew teeth - the baby was still nursing - the baby thought biting was amusing - the baby got over it, with "help."
* The Princess has no friends and her life is the most boring ever. I continue to attempt to sit her down to talk about it and boost her self-esteem, but she is never home.
* I had ONE petunia bloom (BLOOM, not plant) survive in my yard this year. Yes, my entire yard. Remember the tulip from last year? Missing In Action.
* There is one weed growing in the bushes in front of the yard that has now reached 6 feet tall. It looks like a tree of some sort. We did not plant it, nor have we ever seen it before in the last 7 years we have lived here. I am scared of it.
* Speaking of scared, #1 Son and The Princess went an entire week without trying to kill each other. They were even NICE and cooperative. I actually saw them hug once. There is a disturbance in the force.
* My fear hit a fever pitch two days ago when the kids made me breakfast in bed. Seriously. 2 Belgian waffles (GARNISHED with strawberries!!!) and a sunny-side egg. C. wasn't home nor was he aware of this. And it wasn't even Mother's Day nor my birthday.
Two days ago, my friends. They want something.
I'm sleeping with one eye open.
I chalk it up to early senility and motherhood. You cannot hold either one against me.
In the effort to catch up (because things around here are going to really get "interesting" in the near future) here are the highlights:
* It took #1 Son 2 weeks to convince me that he did not fail Spanish and was really voluntarily attending a review session the first 3 weeks of summer vacation.
* The baby grew teeth - the baby was still nursing - the baby thought biting was amusing - the baby got over it, with "help."
* The Princess has no friends and her life is the most boring ever. I continue to attempt to sit her down to talk about it and boost her self-esteem, but she is never home.
* I had ONE petunia bloom (BLOOM, not plant) survive in my yard this year. Yes, my entire yard. Remember the tulip from last year? Missing In Action.
* There is one weed growing in the bushes in front of the yard that has now reached 6 feet tall. It looks like a tree of some sort. We did not plant it, nor have we ever seen it before in the last 7 years we have lived here. I am scared of it.
* Speaking of scared, #1 Son and The Princess went an entire week without trying to kill each other. They were even NICE and cooperative. I actually saw them hug once. There is a disturbance in the force.
* My fear hit a fever pitch two days ago when the kids made me breakfast in bed. Seriously. 2 Belgian waffles (GARNISHED with strawberries!!!) and a sunny-side egg. C. wasn't home nor was he aware of this. And it wasn't even Mother's Day nor my birthday.
Two days ago, my friends. They want something.
I'm sleeping with one eye open.
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