Hi, remember me? Just when I thought things were getting easy, making sense, finding a rhythm… its been like a month of hell. Hell, I say! In a nutshell… I had a pretty big cut in my hours/finances, which hit me like a ton of bricks. Leading to more insomnia, panic, rage and angst. Maybe a tear or two (don’t tell anyone). This precarious freelance life is great, but, wow, it was all out of left field. The cut, however, did lead to what I thought would be more free time to, well,...
I have really begun to enjoy the time I volunteer at the Elementary Kids’ school, especially since 75% of my kids are there and its literally a 3 minute walk from my house. That may be a Stepford perk, come to think of it, one of maybe three. The others may revolve around the drama I get to make up while spying on my neighbors. I don’t do that. Much. Today, I was merely an audience member, and book fair chaperone, hopping between two first grade classes full of the most fantastic beings...
Three-day weekends mess with my head. Most people look forward to them, but the fact is that no matter what is going on in the “real world” out there, I have to work or I don’t get paid, and that kind of pisses me off. Government and school holidays be damned, I want a Melia Day where I don’t tire my fingers out and still get a nice little gift or two. Melia, stop complaining because this is the job you wanted and you know you like the fact that you can be home when your kids...
Birthday Hell Week has come to an end. Three birthdays in six days requiring cakes (not that I did those, but its still pressure, yo), presents, and the rest of the festivities (oh, wait, I don’t do those stupid huge parties anymore)… but, its over, and I can rest. Ha. Dozer's Butt Cake! Enigma is 10 now, and I had the great honor of telling him that the uncle he was named after was at my 10th birthday and dubbed me with the “double digits” club membership. Enigma smiled...
It is the summer of my discontent. Its freaking hot, and with a bunch of children to entertain, the heat makes things much more difficult. However, I shall prevail over this weather madness. I survived the Snowpacalypse, I shall survive the burning streets of Northern VA hell. Ouch. Saturday found us in the depths of this weather, in DC, doing the monuments/museums tour. Freedom had never been into DC, and I’d been saying we were going to go since his arrival, so off we went via the Metro...
