Its Monday morning, again. I’ve had one of those weeks of whirlwind activity that culminated in another birthday celebration for Enigma (must update “Cast” page) and, well, just stuff. I was told, almost 6 weeks ago, that I was ready to “take off” during a reiki session. My BFF told me that I just needed to go out and have fun, meet people, be ME. I figured it was the kids going to school and the freedom of movement that allowed. And, it was that, and I’m not...
Image courtesy of www.micahprays.com That’s what my brain said at 5am. It was time to talk. My brain has an issue with rudely waking me up, keeping me from sleeping, and all-around being a pain in the ass. But, we talked for about an hour before slipping blissfully back to sleep, 15 minutes before my alarm went off. It went something like this: Brain: Good morning, me! Me: Um, good morning. Its 5am and I will cut you for this. Brain: Yeah, I know, but I like the irony. Me: You suck. What do...
Evidently, the Universe heard my plea for more fun and has granted me two nights of insomnia. I’m a lucky gal. Those stupid, stupid thoughts that bounce around my brain because idiots and assholes can’t seem to understand that the world does not revolve around them. Making new friends eventually requires discussing past issues, taking the fun out of a lot of things. Maybe I think too much. Gangsta rap. 20 year olds who question my love for drummers, yet point out the irony of toes. Lots...
The final tally of actual vacation I took during my week off is hovering somewhere around 3.5 days. I’m sad that I didn’t get all my well-deserved time off, but impressed that I did manage to not work those days. I did clean and remember what it was like to “only” be a SAHM, and I discovered I feel a little naked without deadlines. I also feel a little naked without clothes, but that hasn’t stopped me from running around Stepford, scaring the children. Wheeee! So, I’m...
