Say!

So the new quarter starts in a few days. I love when people say, "That must be so tough to juggle going to school with being a mom." Actually, when I say that "I love" when they say that, I really mean that I cringe. I feel like such a fake...like a fake charity (The Human Fund) or something. The truth is, it's actually A LOT easier than working full time. I schedule things around my life so that I can chaperon field trips for my girls, pick them up from school,
and have a healthy snack prepared
and ready to serve my children when they come
home from school
so they can eat it while
I make a delicious, nutritious dinner as well as a mouthwatering dessert -------

Okay, so the part after picking them up from school was a lie. It was fun to pretend I was supermom for a second.

The truth, I think I'm hiding from work. School is optional and temporary. This my favorite combination. It's like renting a car. It could be a Ford Focus or something, and you still feel a little excited, not because it's AWESOME. You feel a little excited because it's novel and, most importantly, temporary. Work is buying a car. It's a commitment. Ideally, it fits into your budget AND it's lovely. Ideally, your job pays well AND it's doing something you love. Historically speaking, I'm not good with commitment.

Say, reader--(In the spirit of the 1950s sitcom, I choose to start all of my questions with "Say!")...Say, what gives? Why are people coming here and reading and then not leaving comments? In high school, they had this carnation sale. You sent red carnations as a symbol of love, white for friendship, and blue for mystery. At the end of the sale, anyone not already receiving a one was sent a mystery carnation. Say, why not white, you ask? Honestly, I think it was because they were stuck with a shitload of blue since there just isn't a whole lot of social risk-taking in adolescence. Say, what does that mean, you ask? Well, it means anyone with a blue carnation was pretty much assumed to be a dweeb. I had friends, I had "boyfriends", I also ALWAYS had a blue carnation. Say, what's the f-ing point, you ask? Well, having a blog that no one reads and/or leaves comments is like receiving a blue carnation. I don't aspire to have thousands of hits and readers. Just as I hoped for and valued any red or white carnation I received, I hope some people read my words and leave a comment. You may also leave a question for me to answer. Be sure to begin your question with "Say!".

And now for another installment of "WTF is UP WITH MY CHILDREN?!" (Please turn off the music)

xoxo