Posts from — February 2010

This week is repeatedly kicking me in the hind end with a pair of size 13 steel-toed boots.  Completing regular tasks has seemed not unlike qualifying for the giant slalom event in the Olympics (i.e. really difficult – AMIRITE BODE) (P.S. call me if you need a shoulder to cry on) (P.P.S. no really), and finding activities for my kids has fallen to the level of having Photo Booth babysit while I burn dinner:

In other words, sorry for the relative silence this week, but the creative juices have been low due to all available energy being funneled into things like putting one foot in front of the other, maintaining the will to live, etc. Artistic resources are being replenished as necessary and output will soon increase accordingly.

Thanks for your patience,

Mgmt.

It seems I dropped the ball on my second Weekend Still Shots post, whoops. Also, the next time I am in a conversation with you and say something like “Gosh, things are so peachy! My kids are like cherubs, and my attitude could not be more superb! I think I’ll write about it on the internet!” would you do me a quick favor and SLAP ME IN THE FACE. I’m not even going to link back to all the times that I wrote posts like that and then a few days later had to eat a big fat Word Sandwich, because I might break the internet.

Friday, instead of getting a day off, I got a sick Rosie. And we all know about sick Rosie. This was timed in perfect accord with L’s informing me that he would have to work extra long hours this weekend on an assignment, so I should just plan on it being like he was away on a trip and unavailable for parenting relief.  Plus, my sister was on an actual trip, so the weekend was shaping up to be a real winner.  And Rosie was again challenging, but I’ll tell you what saved my ass: a big ol’ dose of Vitamin D. For the first time in five weeks, it did not rain on the weekend, and it was warm to boot. And you know what that means: I made those kids go outside and run LAPS, y’all.

Anyway, so the house is covered in a film of snot and dust and the pantry is empty except for a few dried apricots and a jar of black olives, and the world was deprived an arbitrary shot of some wall in my house, but I survived the weekend. Thanks, Mother Nature.

If you got some nice weather this weekend, I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.

Actually, I guess what I’m saying is, I hope you enjoyed your weekend. You can disregard the comparison to ours.