You Won't Believe Where I've Been!

You guys know that I’m terrible about posting regularly. So srsly, quityerbitchin.

No really, I hate that I’ve not posted in so long. I don’t believe that I’ve went this long since I brought my blog over my MySpace. I can’t tell you how many promises I’ve made myself to keep up with this blog. I have no aspirations of being a famous blogger or anything, but I do love to write and I get totally retarded-bounce-in-my-seat excited when I get comments.

Just to catch you up-here’s a short list of all the crap that has kept me away.

• I inherited a baby.

Ok, not so much inherited as ended up with. Or was given...anyway you want to type it out, I’m now living with and raising a toddler. Said toddler happens to be our nephew.

Though the magic that is family drama and BS ( I could go into it, but I won’t. At least not at this point) I went from having two kids, to three. From the crazy of 16 and 11 year old girls, to changing diapers and potty training a 20 month old boy.

W.T.F.O.M.G.HELPMETOMCRUISE.

Did you know that boys start playing with their business really early on? I had no idea. I swear to god, he’s a tiny Al Bundy.

When he came to us his days and nights were all mixed up. It’s taken us a while to get into a good routine with him, but things are finally starting to get back to normal, if you can call it that. At least I’m not a zombie so much anymore. I’d go more with walking dead, as he still isn’t quite sleeping though the night.

There is a bright side. He’s a really good kid. And really smart. And JesusH, is he cute.

My girls have been troopers though this whole experience. Like the rest of us, the two of them had a hard time adjusting but all in all, I have some kick ass kids. The two of them have been a huge help, including being uncharacteristically complaint-less. (Give or take a hissy fit)

I have found a greater love for being the mother of teens though this experience.

Most folks don’t realize the blessings that teens bestow.

For instance:

• They wipe their own asses.

• They can cook for themselves.

• When thirsty, they retrieve their own libations.

• You get alone time while they emo the evening away on Facebook.

• You can go pee without them present--sometimes.

• It is possible, on occasion, to leave them at home alone and go shopping with myself. (Thank you, Oprah)

• While they do eat money, it isn’t the same as freaking out waiting for the penny to “reappear”.

• Possession of an understanding that the toilet is gross, not fun.

But seriously:

I’m grateful for this time with the little booger. On the flip side, nothing is legal yet and I don’t know that it ever will be-so I have to try not to get too attached. If and when he can go home it will be great but also heartbreaking.

Now that things are getting lined out and we are making room for the cuteness I should be able to start my life up again. Several posts are doing summersaults in my head. Including, but not limited to the story of how I hosted two Thanksgiving dinners at my house in one week (True story. No, I’m not kidding. Yes, I am a glutton for punishment.), and a giveaway! Yep! Nothing fancy, just a chance at the awesomenesss of a Handmade Hug scarf for helping me out with a little somethin.

Stay tuned!