Let me check my calendar (and my blood pressure)
Categories: A mother's work is never done, Maybe I can pencil in a nap
[To start: Thanks so much to everyone who left such kind comments on my last post, right when my husband had rushed off to be with his mom, who's in the ICU. She's still in critical condition, but she's stable, and although no one seems sure of what happens next, this is---for now, at least---good news.]
Needless to say, it’s been a crazy week or two, here. All of the things I’d planned to tend to before the kids headed back to school, all of the fun things we thought we’d be able to squeeze in… well, not a lot got done. And now school is starting in a couple of days, and I’ve been telling everyone how “I can’t wait for school to start! I’m going to have so much time to myself, again!”
This is because I smoke crack.
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[I'm using this image here of... ummmm... a man shoveling, I think it is, because it looks tedious. Not because I am a man. Or doing any sort of shoveling. Nor do I live in a red triangle. Hey, the longer I look at that graphic, the more wrong it seems. Anyway. Pretend it's more appropriate, will you?]
Did you happen to catch the New York Times article this weekend about cable companies switching their billing to be dependent on your amount of bandwidth usage? The article is called
Hey, remember that time when I had a whole week to myself and just couldn’t think of anything I needed/wanted to do? And I just wasn’t sure of how to just properly relax? Remember that? Wasn’t that funny? Gosh, that was a long time ago, though.



