I’m here at my dear friend’s house. Some say she’s Mad, some say she’s Max. I lovingly call her an Alien. I’ve been spending the past 16 hours letting her clean and cook for me, provide me with beer and laughing my ass off. Our kiddos are all happily playing together and we’re kind of stuck inside since it seems to rain in Ohio. Who knew? I wrote that during the road trip, in an effort to blog about one of my closest friends. Mostly because I was touched that she...
You just walked in to find me here with that sad look upon my face. Nah, not really. I’m happy to be home. I missed my townhouse with no yard, even if I’m dying to have a yard. I missed my husband, my animals… my online life. I loved being away from it all, too, and spending so much time with my kids, my family and my friends. I came home to a clean house (score 10 for The Husband!) and all of the comforts I pushed aside, like crushed ice I have a few more blogs about the experience,...
Let me preface this by saying that I may come back to this for more details at some other point. I left my notebook in the car and I’m damn tired. Upon arriving at my grandmother’s house, she already had my martini ingredients out. She’s a wonderful lady. I only ate two jars of olives there… well, maybe three. She made spaghetti for us, and although I requested she put some aside for me before she added the meat, she forgot. Then she told me to pick out the noodles away from...
Every summer, he leaves me for four weeks to spend time with his bio-dad. I spend the first few days manically trying to stay busy so I don’t think about it, and then the next two weeks pretty much fly by, with few phone calls or text messages from either side. I know he’s having fun, and I want him to have fun, so I let him do his thing. Plus, he’s getting older and maybe doesn’t need to be called by his mom three times a day. Then, somewhere around the “two week”...
