Tales from the Front Lines

Are days like Sundays. When everyone else in the world is lounging or at least looking like they are lounging, I'm doing laundry like a fiend, emptying dishwashers, trying to find a spare moment. And, when I'm done, I'm catching up on email. This working full time has serious consequences.

Honestly, if there was a mother revocation center, my name would have been turned in loooong ago. No matter how hard I try, at least one or more of my children end up feeling mistreated, lonely, aggravated or abused. Usually, my uber sensitive daughter is the one that get's the short shrift (so she will attest), but this morning: 1. The Caminator was wailing that I didn't love her because I hadn't filled in her reading log and was trying to throw away her hard worked on homework (picture of an apple). These are punishable offenses in Cami land. I barely get them shuffled off to school when... 2. Ian calls. No lunch. No lunch money. What to do. While he is on the phone with me, I instruct him through making a PB and J, and guide him through riffling through my secret stash of cash so he will have milk money. I urge him to hurry, hurry, hurry, because he's discovered this AS he is ready to walk out the door. *sigh* What kind of mother am I?

And here I sit, by myself, in my office, typing away. I want you all to know that I miss you and hope to catch up. So very much has happened, but I'll just hit the highlights. Currently: Working at a small community college, in the communications department in the south. What could be more fun? Children: Still three, still the same ones Husband: yes, I have one. Same one. Outlook? Well, I'm admittedly a "glass half empty" kind of girl. Don't know why, but I am. Let's keep in touch. You check back here soon.