Man. This weekend took a lot out of us. Especially me and The Boy. He has something wrong with him – his eyes are red and inflamed and he is a little clingy. I’m still iffy on the throat action. Not out of the woods yet. So frickin’ lame. Going to the doctor tomorrow (for him, not me).
Today was a good day tho’. An open gym with the kids and a few girlfriends. Some therapeutic homemade chicken soup and a fun time planning dinner. And this afternoon, AFTER a 40 minute drive all over the Four Corners area(s) (FUCKing Hell!), the Wee Gel and I attended her first tumbling class. She was great. A pro within just a few minutes of her first time ever. She backwards-somersaulted, hung on the bar with her feet up, bounced on the trampoline, bear-walked along the balance beam. It was great to spend some time focussed on her rather than keeping Nels from tearing apart couches, other kids, whatever. It’s a juggling act to get one-on-one with all my Lovies. I can see why adding more kids (or husbands?) to the equation could throw it further out of balance.
This morning was asked, once again, to write for Vigilance. Must stop writing blog drivel and come up with that fabulous creative stuff. Have been thinking on the subjects of ass-kissing, medicinal marijuana, and stalking.
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you’ll never get it right
`cause when you’re laid in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall
If you called your dad he could stop it all
You’ll never live like common people
You’ll never do what ever common people do
Listened to some PUSA today. Sophie loves “Kitty”. Took me back to college [yawn!].
You know what’s lame? Long-lost friends who just send pictures of their kids via email. Nary a single sentence in years, just boring-ass pictures.
And with that – I’m out.