out of touch

wow… have I been slacking.  Did you give up on me?  Do I have a good excuse for having not been here?

It’s been a crazy couple of weeks.  I even missed my blog’s birthday.  How sad.  I’d intented to write a post outlining all the changes in the last year.  But perhaps the biggest change is that I never get the time to sit and write.

I feel out of sync with myself.  I need some quality me and only me time.  I was thrilled to sit in the car and wait this morning.  I got to play kid-inapproprate music and a decible level I’d never let them hear and read the newspaper.  It was lovely.

Right, why was a sitting in the car doing nothing on Monday morning?  Don’t I have, like, a job and stuff?  Well, I took the day off to be there for BF taking his liscense exam.  And yes, he passed.  I knew he would.  And I refuse to think of anything to say if he didn’t, but yeah, I was nervous for him.  Everything went well untill we ran into snow on the way home.  Driving 80 miles in a near white out.  And I did hurt his feelings by not letting him drive my car in a blizzard.  I’m from Colorado, I know what I’m doing.  He’s from New Mexico and has already wrecked one car in the snow.  But hey, we still made it in time for me to let him out at his place and only be minutes later than normal getting the kids at daycare.

OK, so I went for him but yes, it was also with the thought that it would be good for me.  Thanksgiving marks the beginning of the crazy season here.  Between the end of November and the middle of January we have 4 holidays (T-day, Winter Solstice, Christmas, New Years) and 7 birthdays (In-law, PB, Great Grandpa, G’ma, J, BF, cousin,).  Every single weekend has something planned.  Something I have to shop for, cook for, mail cards for, wrap for, etc.  So this was the only weekend in there with out anything.  I probably should have used it to prepare, or at least to veg.  But no, I wanted to be there and I wanted to get away.

But this is also a warning for my loyal readers.  If you can’t find me here very often the next while know that I really wish I could be because I’m probably doing something really healthy, like drowning my holiday/party stress in egg nog.  Yeah, I’m a dork.  I’d rather sit here listening to the clack of my key board than try to keep from saying what I think in a room full  of fanatics and zealots.   Maybe if I have enough egg nog they’ll let me slide as a harmless drunk who doesn’t really mean it.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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