I'm Still Alive

I feel absolutely horrible not having posted here...I've been meaning to - I've even started to, a couple of times. But it seems everytime I sit down to write, something else needs done, and it needs done NOW. I wouldn't know how to act with 2 or 3 hours to myself, uninterrupted - no kid, no hunny, no phone...I'd probably wander aimlessly, looking for someone to holler at me "Hey! I need...." I can just see me wandering the neighborhood, "Excuse me, do you NEED something..?"

I sit my boy down with breakfast, and think "Ok, I have a few minutes to myself" I sit down at the computer and start to type and I hear "MOOOOOM" ('cus he's hollering at me from downstairs, so of course it has to be at the top of his lungs...) "Yes, son" And then he pops off with some out-of-left-field-has-no-relevance-to-anything kinda question. And you HAVE to answer, because my son is nothing if he isn't persistent. IF you try to collect a few moments by not answering he will ask again. And again, and again, until you DO answer. And don't try to blow him off with some simple-quit-asking-questions kinda answer. No sirree Bob, that won't cut it. The kid is very logical, and if your answer doesn't make sense logically, or is too simple, well then it becomes a conversation, not just a question. The kid wears me out - not just physically, but mentally as well.

*Sigh*

The Perils of Parenthood.

Well, we still have a cast. The appointment is for Tuesday. Hopefully it'll come off then. Not that it has really hampered the little shit darling, other than that he can't go swimming. Not that he has kept the damm thing dry - oh no, can't have that! But he still plays just as rough, fights with the big kids and goes to Karate.

Speaking of Karate, this week was "Crazy Hair" week at Karate. I wanted to do him up with bright orange hair (it is his favorite color) but couldn't find any orange : ( So I got bright green and neon blue, and did it half and half - kinda like Mommy's. Uhhhh, no wait, my hair isn't green & blue, although...NO strike that thought. But my hair is two-tone. It is red on top, and black on the bottom. It's pretty cool if I do say so myself ! At least, I get lots of compliments on it, so I can convince myself it's cool...

OK, back to the boy. Here's a pic.

Well, it's that time again - the slave drivers - aka work - call. Gotta go get ready to be "professional" like (ugh). But at least I popped in to say Hi. I just feel so bad - I haven't even really gotten to check in on the blogs I follow...Ah well, such is life...

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzz!