Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Tuesday, disguised as Monday....

I hate it when days of the week appear to be normal ol weekdays, like a Tuesday, and about two hours into it, you realize there is no way on the planet that this is actually a Tuesday, the calendar people got it all wrong, because today in fact is a Monday, masquerading around as a Tuesday to lull you into a false sense of security before it whacks you upside the head and goes "GOTCHA"! Today, Tuesday, was in fact a Monday.

It begins in the morning. I hate days when I can't peacefully awaken. Days that start with little monsters screaming, or not wanting to awaken requiring John to come up with new versions of the "Daddy Alarm Clock" (by the way, thanks to John's parents for sending us his high school saxaphone, aka the new alarm clock..). At this point in his life, Jordan has decided that he no longer shall use the Daddy Alarm Clock, he shall just sleep in. So, John has decided no longer to awken him, and the task has fallen to mom. I am conviced that pre-teen boys are truly fire-breathing beasts simply dressed in Aeropostale and Gap. So I awaken the fire-breathing beast and we manage to barely get everyone out the door on time. I should have known at that point maybe it was best to go home and hide under the covers. I won't bore you with all the details of trying to prepare for Little Dog's first big rescue event, running hither and yon with trite errands, being in a public restroom with a lady in the stall next to me speaking very loudly in a foreign language (I flushed a few extra times and hit the stall wall, but apparently in addition to not speaking English she doesn't speak common courtesy either), having CVS manage to screw up printing the 350 pictures I need for the Little Dog scrapbook, to not being able to locate ANYTHING I needed in the house, including Lindsay's lyrical shoes, and realizing there is no way that anything I truly needed to accomplish today was getting done!

I also don't know how it happened, but today was a Tuesday for John, ending with Lindsay sitting in bed and reading Dr. Suess to him. For me, it ended ressurrecting my blog and looking up to see half-naked overweight old Canadiens on the sideline of the bobsled run.

Life is Good!

Back to the blog...

I know. I know. I have been gone a while. Let's face it, if being missing from blogland was like being missing in real-life, John could have filed to have me declared dead, collected on life insurance, and be living it up in Tahiti with some cabana cuties..OK, well, I don't have that much life insurance, but you get the point, right? I have no excuses, life just got in the way. Blogging was no longer a priority, and that makes me a little sad, as I had these grand plans of one day my kids being able to look back on mom's blogs and realize even though they could make me furious, I enjoyed every minute of raising my three little monsters. So, in order to help fulfill that vision, the blog is back! I can't promise it will always be filled with witty repartee, and some days you are gonna read way more than you ever wanted to about carpools, dance, track, the newly started piano lessons, dog rescuing and such, but some days may just surprise you with fantastic, life altering pieces of wisdom you won't be able to imagine you ever lived without knowing. (you can stop laughing now John!) So, prepare to sit down, buckle up, and enjoy the ride. Life is GOOD!