We are alive.
I have been quite busy chasing around the Bean who from one day to the next is either a bathroom genius or something not so brilliant…It takes a lot of energy to maintain constant enthusiasm and encouragement. I can’t even count the public restrooms where I have helped her perch her teeny buns and then hoisted her up to wash her pudgy mitts.
The man is out of state – bad manners indeed.
My colleagues have been quite busy. Never fear, I have been taking notes and will report their activities soon.
My Moms Group had our Christmas Brunch today which means I am off the clock for 5 blessed weeks. OK, I still have administrative stuff, but no schlepping the homeschoolers across town and getting behind in school.
My sister wrote me a beautiful e-mail the other day and I still haven’t responded. I got all teary and then someone started something on fire or started bleeding and I had to take care of it and haven’t been back online since.
Saturday Paul and I celebrate 12 years of marriage. And baby, we ARE going to celebrate even if it is a romantic dinner with Christopher. (The girls are having a sleepover at their cousin’s – hi Meg!) I am working on arrangements for the boy.
I miss my husband.
It is getting late and I feel like I have been stuck under something large for days. This is what comes from protracted conversations with soaked two year olds at two in the morning when one’s husband is out of town.
I have given up coffee…somewhat. I think this blog was entirely powered by caffeine.
Will be back soon.
Thanks for letting us know you are alive and kicking. Or at least alive.
Potty training. I don’t miss that. Of course, I have my son the sleep-pee-er, but that is only on occasion and quite often is so funny that it is worth the clean-up effort. And I’d rather have him do it in a kitchen waste basket than in his top bunk any day.
Happy anniversary, early. I really am amazed sometimes to think of how many of my friends have pulled off long-lasting marriages, when compared with the statistics I read. Congratulations. May your next dozen years together be even better than the first.
Wish I could take Christopher for you for the night.
I just wanted to say Hi.
Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappy anniversary
(Okay, the lyrics are a little monotonous, but it has a jazzy beat in person, and some fun hand clapping!)
K- I was totally singing along with you on that one! So weird…
If I knew you better (and lived a few states closer) I would totally take your boy for you. Congratulations on 12 years.