Where the hell is yesterday's post? Didn't Maven promise a post every day?
Yes, I did. However, I also said I'm allowed to bow out under certain circumstances, like loss of limbs and fear of puking on my keyboard and other important stuff.
Stuff like being very social.
Yesterday, I carted the gremlins to a museum because it was a PD day and I had stimulate them intellectually lest they get bored and decide to study cannibalism on their mother.
Then I had to do groceries. By myself. For two hours.
Jealous? You should be. That's the beauty of having a twelve-year-old. All that judgment placed on me as a pregnant nineteen-year-old is totally paying off now. Look at my thirty-two-year-old self with a built-in babysitter. Neener, neener, people who plan out their lives and have kids only once they're "established". See what you're missing out on?
(It's important to look at the bright side of any situation. Although I'm not sure if bragging is necessarily a positive way to do so. Whatever.)
Then I had mom's night, which was a blast as always. Pixie and I are always invited for the entertainment factor. I don't think they actually like us, but we're crazy (crazy = liberal mixed with natural insanity and a thick coating of TMI) and they love us for it.
And then I had friends over until 1:30.
And now I am here, but running out the door with Gutsy. More on that later.
I'll blog twice today to make up for yesterday's indiscretion. Who loves ya, baby?
Yes, I did. However, I also said I'm allowed to bow out under certain circumstances, like loss of limbs and fear of puking on my keyboard and other important stuff.
Stuff like being very social.
Yesterday, I carted the gremlins to a museum because it was a PD day and I had stimulate them intellectually lest they get bored and decide to study cannibalism on their mother.
Then I had to do groceries. By myself. For two hours.
Jealous? You should be. That's the beauty of having a twelve-year-old. All that judgment placed on me as a pregnant nineteen-year-old is totally paying off now. Look at my thirty-two-year-old self with a built-in babysitter. Neener, neener, people who plan out their lives and have kids only once they're "established". See what you're missing out on?
(It's important to look at the bright side of any situation. Although I'm not sure if bragging is necessarily a positive way to do so. Whatever.)
Then I had mom's night, which was a blast as always. Pixie and I are always invited for the entertainment factor. I don't think they actually like us, but we're crazy (crazy = liberal mixed with natural insanity and a thick coating of TMI) and they love us for it.
And then I had friends over until 1:30.
And now I am here, but running out the door with Gutsy. More on that later.
I'll blog twice today to make up for yesterday's indiscretion. Who loves ya, baby?