Well, I am back. The computer is back from its travels to Sony. According to Best Buy if we have to send it back 1 more time we just get a brand new one. 4x in 2 years is too many and I agree with them.
Anyway, the holidays are over and I am over them. I want to pack the Christmas stuff up and remove some of the clutter. Wish I could do the same with all the Christmas toys. Oh wat was I thinking getting my son motorized Tonka trucks. They are loud! Loud! Very cool, but oh so loud. And my ILs got him a chainsaw. Mother of all things. A chainsaw.
It's a rainy gray morning in Florida today, the closest we get to a snow day feeling. My kids are bathed and dressed but I am in my PJs still catching up on the computer. A and I had popcorn and hot chocolate for breakfast and are enjoying being lazy. Honestly, this is the best perk of SAHMhood. Love the Pjs, love the lazy. Though we are hosting New Years Day dinner so I need to get over this lazy thing and clean my house and go to the grocery store. The grocery store is rather scary here in Florida. It's the old people. I love old people, some of them are my favorite people in the world (my grandparents!) but the ones at my grocery store seriously need a license to operate a shopping cart. It's like navigating the autobahn. They are fast and furious and there are no rules.
Anyway, I am back to share my random ramblings with the world. Or the one or two faithful friends who check out my blog :) I'll be checking yours out again soon!
Not that I have been posting up a storm lately anyway, but I think I will be on a blog break for awhile. Not by choice, but by the stupidity and frustration of my laptop which has died YET AGAIN. Back it goes to Sony. Thank goodness for the extended warranty.
Anyway, I won't be online too regulalry in the next month or so. So Merry Christmas and Happy New Years and all that jazz!
I have two kids, both boys. I know gross. But I have to say having two moles removed today was by far the grossest thing I have seen in quite awhile. And WTF? What is wrong with me, I am falling apart. I showed the dermatologist these two moles today and I thought he'd say we'll watch them but he seemed to think they needed to come off and be looked at ASAP. For Pete's sake. I hope the results are good. Trying not to freak.
But having someone take a scapel and scissors - scissors! - and cut out a flap of your skin is very freaky. I have no stomach for this kind of stuff anyway, but I am shuddering still to think of it. I need to toughen up, methinks my boys will have far grosser things in store for me in the years to come.
I thought I lost my son, but it turns out I am probably just losing my mind.
The other night I thought I heard A so I got out of bed and went to his room to check on him. His bed was empty. OK, a little odd, but I scan the floor thinking he got out and started playing and fell asleep on the floor. No child on the floor. OK, trying not to freak. Walk back out. Notice alarm is still armed so figuring no one broke in and stole him, but am quite freaked by the absolute silence of the house. Walk back into our room and call out to M "Is A in here?" M answers, "Yes, he's here on my side."
So there was my child, sleeping not more than 2 feet from me. Gotta love the big king-sized bed. Wonder what else is hiding in there!
