In transition

I completely forgot that Tim was going to be working very late this evening. I looked at the clock and realized I had forgotten to start dinner.

Viva le croissant weiner with cheese and a side of corn.

They are happy, thrilled even.

I think I’m going to puke.

Clothes dry much faster when you actually turn the dryer on.

I have a weird habit of replacing words in children’s songs as I go about my day. I read somewhere that it’s actually good for kids to hear recognizable songs in that manner, something about encouraging wordplay.

Well, it works.

I hear a song drifting out from the bathroom as my 3yo does his business:

A pain in the butt!
A pain in the butt!
Hi ho a derry-o
A pain in the butt!

I had to share.

After the blognic, Geoff complained he hadn’t seen an invitation.

He will have no such complaints for this meet-up.

I e-mailed him this morning:

*We all know this is a fib, it’s more like I don’t have the inclination, but a lack of time sounds better.

It’s November 29th.

We were listening to Christmas carols.

We had the windows down on our drive home from the beach.

Well, I attempted to cajole Geoff into arranging a blogger get together in October, but he has officially dropped the ball.

That is OK.

I was wondering if anyone would be up for meeting for Happy Hour next week? I’m open any night but Wednesday and would love to meet somewhere like the Dog and Duck in Mt. P?

Absolutely nothing formal, just a drop in if you can make it type meet-up.

6ish?

They have good bar food.

I am completely open to other suggestions.

Well folks, this is Blogger’s chance. I’ve been considering a move over to Typepad, but I have decided to give the Beta version a try. So far I like how it looks; being lazy and cheap may not have been such a bad decision.

I like finally having a label option.

This is what I missed.

Tim has gone; the boys and even the dogs are asleep. My house is quiet and my coffee is warm. I am alone in silence, except for the clicking of the keyboard.

The sun will soon rise and with it my children.

I had a moment’s peace before the daily chaos.

Today is good.

They both live here and spend their time playing things like Scrabble and World Of Warcraft.

I think they need to get out of the house.

Badly.

One mom, two boys, thirteen days, eight states, three thousand four hundred eighty-two miles, seventeen cups of coffee, thirty-six chicken nuggets, one stomach virus, and we’re finally home.

I’d like to thank everyone who put up with us in their homes, most especially to Carye and Ivy who also put up with the virus. It’s so good to know I have such loyal and caring friends. There are nothing like bodily fluids for testing a friendship.