Yep, I stole that “Wisteria Lane” thing. You’ll be fine, Freakles. How do I begin this saga… with the “playbill” invitation I was given weeks ago announcing this Stepford Block Party, the one I conveniently put under a ton of other papers I’m ignoring? Maybe with the second reminder, much like my HOA dues, that was handed to me by a cute, yet devious child that was not related to me except through dog walking? Regardless of the invitation that even contained...
Well, its been a week. Um, a bad, hectic, draining and shitty week that has provided me with plenty of, well, stress. But, its over. My taxi-driving to and from 2 different camps has ended, and no children were harmed by their day camp experiences. I got paid, I got vodka. Freedom got out of the hospital on Tuesday and spent three days on “basement arrest,” during which he was not allowed to have contact with anyone in the house because they weren’t sure if he had TB or not. He...
Or… can I get the last 10 days of my life back? No, seriously, it wasn’t that bad, but I was busy. Busy being supermom, meeting a deadline that involved 25 of the most painful articles I’ve ever written, discovering my new forms of PTSD related to the topics I write about weekly and figuring out where I’m going to go in fall, unless someone pulls a carpet out from under me this week… which could totally happen. Not that I’m being critical. So, the highlights: 1....
Back when Freedom joined my crew, almost a year ago (jeebus), I joked that he only stayed around because of the newness and nostalgia. The newness of not being in Arkansas, the newness of my Awesome, the newness of playing “Uncle” to a slew of children. Coupled with the newness was the nostalgia of hanging out with my Awesome and remembering all of the trouble we used to get into all those years ago. It was a strange mix of curiosity and adventure – who could drink more (him), who...
Finally, a day out of NoVa! The kiddos, Freedom and I took the opportunity to flee Stepford on Saturday and head, well, anywhere. It was well past time to get the hell out and have some fun. Out. Away. Gone. Vamoosed. Did we go to Baltimore and hang out at the Inner Harbor? No. Did we go MOTORIN’! with go-karts and eat funnel cakes? No. Did we frolic through DC? Nope. You see, after about an hour of researching places to go that were age- and weather-appropriate, we decided to head out to Natural...
