Birthdays and Blogging Breaks
It's been normal around here. Which means chaotic, exhausting, fun, exhilarating, and a whole bunch of routine. Oh and a birthday thrown in. Mine.
No. No parties. No alcohol. No fancy dinner. Just me, the kids, conference calls, emails, dinner, and a bit of off-key singing and a cake that my son decorated with these cool new pen cake decorating things. Seriously, nothing says I Love You, like a cake that says, "I (heart) U Mom" written in a 5 year old hand writing. It melts me as I recall it's half-eaten state right now. It was a simple birthday, but one that was bitter sweet. It made me remember what was important--and it sure ain't the pile of work that I did for the bulk of the day.
Which brings me to my two-bit blogging break. Yeah. It's been like that lately. I can't take a piss in my very own bathroom without interruption, so blogging has been the secret step child I haven't had time to care for. Thus some vacation days. There's gonna be more folks. It can't be helped. I'd explain more, but I'd have to kill you. Let me just whisper, "Day Job and Employment I Would Like To Keep" really softly. Sorry. Can't say more. But know I am working through it. Somehow.
So now it's almost 11pm and I'd rather be in bed sleeping than do anything else. The glories of infant motherhood. Oh and almost a Kindergartner. That's another post in the making that I am sure will appear in the next week. The Kiddo's first day of school. First. Day. Ever. A whole week away. I'll either be cheering and dancing down the street. Or in the fetal position at the school doors all day long. Place your bets now--as it's any one's guess at the moment.
Until I find the time to write that reflective post, or get a whole 10 minutes of down time, I bid you adieu.
No. No parties. No alcohol. No fancy dinner. Just me, the kids, conference calls, emails, dinner, and a bit of off-key singing and a cake that my son decorated with these cool new pen cake decorating things. Seriously, nothing says I Love You, like a cake that says, "I (heart) U Mom" written in a 5 year old hand writing. It melts me as I recall it's half-eaten state right now. It was a simple birthday, but one that was bitter sweet. It made me remember what was important--and it sure ain't the pile of work that I did for the bulk of the day.
Which brings me to my two-bit blogging break. Yeah. It's been like that lately. I can't take a piss in my very own bathroom without interruption, so blogging has been the secret step child I haven't had time to care for. Thus some vacation days. There's gonna be more folks. It can't be helped. I'd explain more, but I'd have to kill you. Let me just whisper, "Day Job and Employment I Would Like To Keep" really softly. Sorry. Can't say more. But know I am working through it. Somehow.
So now it's almost 11pm and I'd rather be in bed sleeping than do anything else. The glories of infant motherhood. Oh and almost a Kindergartner. That's another post in the making that I am sure will appear in the next week. The Kiddo's first day of school. First. Day. Ever. A whole week away. I'll either be cheering and dancing down the street. Or in the fetal position at the school doors all day long. Place your bets now--as it's any one's guess at the moment.
Until I find the time to write that reflective post, or get a whole 10 minutes of down time, I bid you adieu.
