frazzled & frumpy

Just so you don't think I'm wallowing in self-pity, I'll tell you- there are good things in my life. My son received his Eagle Award on Saturday. (Pictures to come.) And, Sleepy Joe gave me this... There are rules and requirements to this award, and I promise to fulfill them. Another day. For today, I am saying I'm sorry. I've been a complete slacker. I haven't been blogging, and, even worse, I haven't been reading all the blogs I love so much. Thing is, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. Between family, finances, self-esteem issues, rejection anxiety, and a job search- I'm dragging.  I need something to drag me out of this funk and I don't know what it is. Don't give up on me. I've not gone far. Hopefully, I'll be back soon.

It's not a bad day... when you take your kids to the park. It's a bad day when those kids won't play because they are afraid that a rogue honeybee is going to hunt them down and sting them to death. To death.  And you can't sit quietly in the shade and work on your book because you MUST push them on the swing, because if they push themselves that evil bee will sting them mid-swing. Bees are afraid of moms, you know. Mostly moms who wear shorts without shaving their legs and who don't have any makeup on. It's not a bad day... when your half of your kids leave for the week. It's a bad day when those kids announce that they need a water bottle or sunscreen or tampons and they need them before they leave at 6am.  And you wake up at 4:30 knowing you have to go to the store in an hour and you can't get back to sleep. And when you do get back to sleep, the 5 year-old who snuck in at three shoves his knees in your back for the hundredth time- and th...