is golden.  Or nice.  Or horrible.  Yes, I feel like a schizo right now (don’t worry, I checked the spelling).

I sent one of the lovlies off to Lito and Lita’s house for the weekend.  She was invited to a birthday party that we were not.  This kid has a bigger social life than we do.  The other chubster is napping.  So, for all intensive purposes, I’m alone.  ALONE.  IN MY OWN HOME.  Which happens NEVER.  Sweet Jesus.  And what am I doing?  Yes, the same shit I do when my kids are here.  The same shit I do when my husband is here.

I feel like I should be doing cartwheels naked through my first floor.  Except that I can’t do a cartwheel.

I have a party tonight, so I should take a shower and take my sweet ass time getting ready.  There is currently a small putting green on my bedroom floor from my husband’s golf shoes, so I could be cleaning up there.  Nope, I’m checking Facebook, making sure I friend Leslie Marinelli (duh, TheBeardedIris), who is switching her FB account, and drinking Diet Coke.

What is WRONG with me?

I finally feel like I can write again, I don’t know why.  I felt like my creative juices just weren’t flowing.  In the four weeks of monsoons recently, I just haven’t felt up to much, other than praying that my kids won’t attack one another while we are stuck inside every day.

Oh and yes, I’m trying REALLY f-ing hard not to eat everything in my pantry.


The Real Reason I Moved…

So, I think you should know the real reason why I moved blogs.


A lot of people knew about my old blog.  Which is fine.  I went through and edited a lot of my humor, and personal stuff.  But what is the point of the blog if you can’t curse when you want to and you have to edit your child’s birth story?  There’s nothing peachy-keen about birthing a baby or being a mom some days.  You just can’t.  CAN’T. sugar coat it all the time.  That being said, I felt like I was only blogging when I was happy.  I found myself writing, and then never publishing my posts because I was too nervous that they would get in the hands of someone who shouldn’t be reading them.  So…. time for a do-over.

My main intention is to write about mom-life.  I like to think I tell it like it is.  Even if that means that most of my non-mom friends are never having babies anymore.  So.  There ya have it.  I’m trying to get more traffic without advertising it on my FB page, because I don’t need to be back where I started.   So- feel free to share me.  I’m pretty much at your mercy.  Until I figure out how to whore my blog out by myself!  🙂