I haven't written since Signs of Ireland!? Really? I'm such a slug. So many things have happened since then and I haven't written about any of it? I suppose nothing's really been that interesting, but that's not the reason I haven't written. If we're being honest, I really don't care if what I write about is interesting, I'm still gonna write about it. Interesting, Schminteresting - if you had anything better or more interesting to do, you'd be doing it, so you have to eat what I'm puttin' on the plate. Ya dig?
So, no, level of interest has nothing to do with my lack of posts. SUMMER has everything to do with my lack of posts. How does that Duggar family do it!? Don't they have like 48 kids? And I'll bet that when she lines them all up in their perfectly-hemmed-by-mom dresses and french braided hair to go into Wal*Mart that not one of them screams "Mallory quit touching me!" I have tried everything down to calling my kids "ducklings" to get them to follow me in a single-file line through the store and it just doesn't sink in. Today in Target I had to ask Mallory 3 times to get behind me and when I bent down to her ear and said, "Mallllloooorrrryyyy. Geeett beeeeehiiiind meeeeee." She looked me dead in the eye and said back to me - from my side, "I am." How do you not want to choke that sweet little midgets ears off her face!? Instead I just nudged her behind me like a good mama duck and said, "Yes. Now you are." And the very patient lady was then able to pass by. *sigh*
Summer is not all it's cracked up to be. And with Shawna in a big-girl-bed and sharing a room with Mallory means that I don't even get to sleep in. Such a bummer. If I knew how to get to bed at a reasonable hour I suppose that wouldn't be a big deal, but I'm a night owl. I can't help myself. I thought if I took the television out of my room that I'd be forced to turn the TV off and go to bed, but instead it just means that instead of laying comfortably in my bed at midnight ready to turn the TV off and get some needed shut-eye, I am now in my living room at midnight still needing to shut down the house, get in my jammies and brush my teeth at midnight. So now I'm thinking the bedroom TV isn't such a bad idea anymore. Dammit, Oprah! Why'd you have to dog my bedroom TV!? You're not GOD!
I guess my point is that summer is hard when you have a child that can walk, but has no sense. At least she has enough sense to get up and down the stairs without killing herself, but still not enough sense to not play in the toilet. It's a gradual process, developing sense is. So we're at that stage of "look, Mom! I can climb onto the dining room table and reach the candle sticks!" Which means that when she's awake, I'm a scrambled mess. Work? No. Cleaning? No. Running after a naked toddler with a diaper in my hand screaming "Shawna, NO?" Several times a day. It's a good thing she's cute!
So let's see - Since MARCH, we've had field day at Gwyneth's school. I was Photographer at my first wedding. Our garage door broke the week we were to leave for vacation. We went on vacation to Disney World and the like - Mind you I use the word vacation VERY loosely... it was a vacation for my kids. For me it was just normal time with later bedtime and earlier rise time and more booze. I suppose I'll write about all of these things soon, but right now it's midnight... and here I am again! Is there no hope for me!? But at least I got to get something down as a blog! It's not much... but it's something.
