I worry myself sometimes, I really do. For example, as long as I've lived Thursday has come after Wednesday and before Friday. No real rocket science there, and yet it just slid on by.
But to prove that it is indeed possible to learn something from your kids, I offer up four reasons why it's not my fault. If a kid with scissors in one hand and my brand new (shredded) kitchen towel in the other can look me in the eye and say they didn't do it... well, so can I. And with as much conviction.
#1. It's been a little stressful around here. The report card came and was just as bad as anticipated. Some dear, dear friends of ours are having serious marital issues that threaten to completely upset our little world. One of my closest friends was (out of nowhere) diagnosed with a potentially life-threatening condition. The Film Geek has just leapt into a nice little mid-life crisis. The week has been filled with intense discussions in all the roles of mother, wife, friend and nurse.And I'm sick again. (Still?)
#2. The weather is nasty. Too warm to snow, too cold to get comfortable. Grey, gloomy, sleet spitting, lip chapping, dark around lunch time weather. Ugh.
#3. Some weeks were just made to make you feel overwhelmed and this is one of them. It was a Bunco week (which means a night out) and I've picked up extra hours at work. I'm volunteering in Surfer Dude's classroom for a project. It's been a struggle to stay up to date on my blog reading, and for that I apologize. I'm about caught up, but it's taken a while. For all of you out there who have left me such wonderful comments and not heard back from me - I'm getting there. Honest. I'm nothing if not compulsive.
#4. Isn't three enough?
Friday, January 11, 2008
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM