I have been a horrible blogger… dropped off the face of the Internet for a while now, but I had what I felt were valid reasons — two stepkids (12 and 15, Goddess help me) who have been increasingly, erm, “challenging,” shall we say?
I vowed to start the new year off on a positive direction, seeing only the good in things, and it was working for a while… until someone rear-ended our CR-V last night. Keep in mind this is also the same CR-V that had an unfortunate encounter with a jaywalking 5-pointer on Interstate 40 at about 1:30am a month or so ago. The body shop’s gonna luuuurve us. Okay, the positive? No human was harmed in these collisions.
I understand that tomorrow is supposed to be the coldest day so far for the winter — dropping down to about ten degrees. The boy (15) has been asked SEVERAL times if the heavy-duty winter coat (that he refuses to wear because “it won’t fit in his locker at school”) still fits him. Mumbles that it does each time, or at least I think that’s how the incoherent sounds translate. So, tonight, when we do a trial run to see if he even knows how to put the damn thing on… behold… his arms are sticking out of the sleeves an extra two to three inches.
If I had a pair of Hello Kitty mittens, I’d make him wear them, just for spite. Oh, he’s gonna wear that thing, and it’s gonna fit in that locker like a charm…
I have lots of things I want to write about — my trip today to a new (and willing to actually talk to me about menopause!) doctor, the shamanic journey I had done the other day, and a few things I’m hoping to accomplish this year.
But right now, I either need a really strong drink or a full scholarship to a bootcamp for fifteen-year-olds…far, far away.
Oh, the horror…