Closed for Nesting

I have just spent the night alone IN MY OWN HOME!!!  The family had been farmed out to various locations and I was the one who got to stay put!! Hee Hee...I'm so giddy I'm frozen to the spot.  I know that this time is precious but also fleeting.  The clocks are spinning way too quickly around here...I'm running out of time!!  I am trying to "relax" and enjoy the solitude but at the same time I'm wanting to be productive.  I'm trying to cram in a lifetime of wants in a short amount of time.  Yesterday I had a dear friend over and we were able to catch up, laugh, and visit uninterrupted....I know! WEIRD!!!! It was amazing!  After she left I could immediately feel the heaviness of the blanket of quiet that fell upon me.  Should I watch a movie of my choice? Nah...don't want to "waste my time" sitting and staring for 2 hours.  Maybe I could write a little...nope...have nothing to say since my day went without chaos.  I know...I'll read....nope....that'll only make me tired.  Bath?  Wine?  Organize?  Exercise?  Okay...delirium was obviously starting to seep in (organize?!...exercise?!) So I ended up doing what any busy mom with time to herself would do...I went to bed early...IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BED with my hands and feet touching all four corners....and I slept all night long!  It was glorious!!

I'm fine....really.....FINE!

Salmon have NOTHING on me...the whole swimming upstream excuse....in the words of the world's teenagers....WHATEVER!!  Unlike the salmon I don't have the benefit of a refreshing swim...shoot...I don't have the time to bathe anymore...and when I do have time...well...hygenie is nowhere near the top of my to-do list.  I have been away from this blog for way too long and was all geared up to post with avid frequency (this is where the upstream analogy comes into play).  The evil technological forces were doing everything in their powers to prevent such a thing as moi wanting to write to you.  Long and drawn out story short:  I finally found my leotard, tights, and flowing cape and confronted the dark side.  Good won out as it has proven to do time after time (after long time) and here I am!  All of this just to say that it feels so good to be able to finally tell you that within the course of one week I have acquired enough stories to make up for lost time.  School is officially out for the summer for my little chicks, I have one more week left of work, and I have taken care of my son's brood for a couple of days without so much as trailing poop back into the house....now that's skill people! 

Counting Down

There is a clock counting down the number of minutes left until the borrowed computer I'm on shuts down. It seems that at any given point in time I am being timed. Before I go to bed I make sure my alarm is set. When I wake up ...er...when my alarm wakes me up...I stumble to the coffee pot hoping to pour a cup before my alotted three minutes of "me time" is up. I rush to get the kids up, dressed, fed, coiffed, and out the door before the clock screams 6:45 (this has happened once...usually it's at or after 7:00...thus making me LATE and messing up all the other timers of my day). We rush to school/work and mark our progress by the programmed spots on the radio stations combined with our exact location when they play...if we are past the county line when the "weird story" comes on...we just might make it...before the county line...fuggittaboutit! Since I work in a school my entire day is based on increments of time...TO THE SECOND! Not so fun for an abstract-randomly creative soul such as I. And yet, I cannot function without my watch...I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!!! Speaking of...I only have 14 more minutes left and then I guess this monitor will turn back into a rat...or else I will.