Somehow, I made it through the last few weeks of school. Now, I have 10 weeks that don’t require me to set my alarm, nag the kids to get out the door to school, and then hustle as fast as I can to finish up work so I can panic over dinner and forget to use soap when bathing The Twitches before throwing everyone into bed and further nagging them to sleep so they can wake up the next day. Gasp. Breathe. Inhale martini. Summer vacation… lots of quality, hair-pulling time… but at...
No, really, I’m not… because then that would be judging me, and I hate that shit. I had the pleasure of attending an open house cooking thing for 75% of the kids last weekend during which they were given cookies, fruit roll-ups and gummy worms and instructed how to make things that normally make me cringe and count the cavities. OCD much? Nah. No sooner did the kids all sit around the stainless steel table then the 5 other moms pull out their camera phones and start snapping pics, me...
I just want to say this… I have been through the ringer. I cannot think of an age in which something totally shitty has not happened to me. Sexual abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse, the deaths of just about everyone close to me, divorce, abortions, and mind fucks from all sides for the last 35.5 years of my life. I am 35(.5) years old. I am done.
How do people, adults, especially, seem to live their lives without caring about what could possibly go wrong? I see this a lot, with friends who are divorcing, friends cheating, random bloggers that post sexually explicit photos of an ex (yep). They seem to just float through life with a sort of oblivion to the repercussions to any actions. Worse, even, they end up without any sort of karmic payback for the “gray areas” in which they frolic. I don’t get it. I can’t get...
I feel like I’ve abandoned my three readers this week. I’ve kind of abandoned everything this week except this obessive need to get things done (as I stare at a small pile of overdue library books). That’s what happens when I take off more than a day, but I have to admit that it was nice to just unplug for a few days… until I have to play catch-up, which I’ve pretty much done, kinda. Today is Friday the 13th, that weird day that some people are obsessive about because...
