Hello there. I am writing to you from my office which is nice because last about 7 o’clock last night I was certain that there was a distinct possibility that I would have been writing to you from a jail cell today after being arrested for some form of child abuse perpetrated by me on my own two INCESSANTLY fighting, crying, whining children. Oh, April vacation? Over you. Waaayyyy the hell over you. Honestly, I need to know. Do everyone’s kids fight like this? Is everyone’s oldest kid a mean jerk that makes everyone’s youngest kid turning a screaming, sniveling, puddle of pain in the ass on the floor every ten minutes? Or is it just my kids? Which would mean that in some way I am failing as a parent and should be arrested anyway, right? How can the two people that I love more than anything in the world and are the reason that I exist, can, in under a minute, make me want to heat up a hot metal shish-ka-bob poker on my grill and then subsequently shove it into my eyeball?? Howwwwww????
Some nights there just isn’t enough wine.
I know the blog is in various stages of development, instead of putting it under construction, I am leaving it up and having you join along in my little ride of indecisive horror that I am dragging the poor, sweet designer on these days. I am currently the BANE of her existence. Even if she is really cute and tells me that she doesn’t hate me, I know that somewhere, deep inside, she does. She has to. Poor girl. Anyway, bear with it..I am getting there and some day I am going to update the pictures on my website, too. It may or may not be around the time that Aidan heads off to college (which, these lingering days of April vacation, can’t come fast enough) but I will do it at some point. Maybe.
Want to meet my new friend? My old friends, Sally and Tim, just had their second baby boy and I got to go visit them the other day. Dean is beautiful. And giant. He is like a 3 month old. He came out that size.
It is amazing, really.
His big brother Luke rocks and it was so good to see my girl, Sal, who I just simply don’t get to see enough.
Such a little boy doll.