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...
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...
Have you ever overheard a conversation (well, now, its read a Facebook status or Tweet) that you were 99% sure was about you (paranoia aside, of course) that maybe hurt your feelings, just a bit? Not that this has ever happened to me, because I’m perfect… so I hear. But, we’ll pretend that it has happened, that someone has posted a statement, written a blog or said something while thinking I was out of earshot about what a bitch I am. I could blog out a response, I could call or...
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...
