O.M.G.

I've been MIA - and I might be the rest of this week pretty much, too.

Yesterday was the kick off of hell week for me - aka the final week before the play opens. I direct plays, by the way - my high school is doing All Shook Up this coming weekend.

So get this. We're at Bridget's house on Saturday for birthday #1 (Emily, my beautiful God daughter). It was girls - only, and in Green Bay, so Chuck and Charlie busied themselves elsewhere. They come to pick us up... we go to leave, and the Blazer is dead. DEAD. D.E.A.D!!!!!!

We had to get it towed to the nearest dealership and get a rental car. And of course it was Saturday, so they couldn't look at it until yesterday. The fuel pump died which is *only* $1000 . Like we can afford that now. And when we asked about trade in... they'd only GIVE us $1000... and we owe $2000, so that's a no-go. So now we only have one vehicle, because we took back the rental because we also could not afford the $30 per day fee.

So anyways, finally, about 7th hour, I was about to start typing, complaining about all this, and the power went out in the city. THE POWER WENT OUT. IN THE CITY. And I thought I was screwed because I WAS HAVING REHEARSAL LAST NIGHT WHETHER IT KILLED ME... even if I had to have it in the commons until it got dark out and we couldn't see what we were doing. But luckily it came on a little after 3... BUT STILL. And I was here, at school, until after 9:30 last night.

Oh - so we're down to one car... so Chuck brought me to work this morning. And guess who forgot her coffee in the car.A nd I really, really, really need my coffee this morning, so I'm a little cranky.

So that's why I was MIA yesterday.

I missed yesterday

Because I do not have a computer. I had a computer, but I killed in - in pace requiescat - this summer. Luckily, it did not breathe its last until the week after my grad class. Chuck was thrilled, of course - he doesn't get that 3 solid months of spending nearly every waking hour with two people under 3 feet is... heart-warming and fun on the best of days, but mind-numbing and exhausting on all the rest.

I love my children. I love them so much, sometimes it seems impossible - anyone with children gets what I mean. BUT... I have realized that I need some sort of adult interaction / intellectual stimulation is vital lest I lose it completely. And that's not just to the benefit of me, but to my entire family. June, I'm fine. By the end of August, I'm the lady with the crazy hair (and I couldn't care less), slobby clothes (what? They're comfy!), and a vocabulary consisting of one syllable words.

So, Chuck does not get this. But he also works year-round. He gets to talk to people about things other than "What do you want for lunch?" and "Do you have to go potty?" and "Stop daring your brother to eat bugs!"

I also love my husband, by the way... he's kind, generous, a great dad, and really very thoughtful. But I also think he feels hurt that he's not enough. Dude. I see you for 3-4 hours a night before bedtime. Talking about the kahn bahn system and lean manufacturing doesn't exactly thrill me. Your work gossip does help a little, but not actually knowing these people takes away a bit of the juice. I don't mean to complain about my husband. Like I said - he is a good man. A very good man.

Oh yeah - back to the point. I missed yesterday. Snow day. YAHOOO. :)

Taking a scrub brush to my eyes.

Searching for costumes on the Internet is a very eye-opening experience. I needed to find a plus -sized cop costume for one of the characters in the musical... and I have come to realize, if it's a costume, there is an alternative one with the word "sexy" preceding it.

Sexy cop. Sexy angel. Sexy fairy. I'm betting, if I look hard enough, I would be able to also find a sexy My Little Pony costume. Actually... I shudder to think what that would look like.

Nothing too new today. Did have an interesting conversation with Charlie last night. NOTE: this was at 9:30, an hour and a half after I put him to bed. I went in to check on him:

Charlie: Momma - you have a big butt.
Me: ...WHAT did you say?
Charlie: I say Momma - you have a big butt.
Me: Charlie, that's not a nice thing to say. That hurts mommy's feelings. What do you say?
Charlie: I sowwy. But Momma, I like you big butt!
Me: Uh... thanks? Now get to sleep.

Just got the call - Iz is puking so I need to go home. I have no idea where Chuck is - I tried calling his cell AND his work phone - no answer. Grrrrrrrr. Poor baby, though, hope it's just a stomach bug.

Happy President's Day

I'm not supposed to be working today, since it's President's Day. There's no school in session, but I'm here. My play opens in two weeks, and I'm taking advantage of the "day off" to paint sets and practice music and choreography. WOO HOO!

No really.

For realz.

I have a few observations:

1. Wal-Mart in the morning is a very tranquil, peaceful place to be. At 8:00 in the morning there are actually more employees than shoppers, and I've decided it's making my top 10 list of happy places to be. I had to buy paint this morning, and everyone - EVERYONE - was happy to help and willing to have a conversation. I had a perfectly lovely conversation with a complete stranger about decorating one's home.

2. Wal-Mart black paint isn't actually black. It's like a dark grey-blue. If you want true black, have them add 12 oz of black. Nothing else. So, if you're looking for a true black - don't pick up any of the samples.

3. School is a much nicer place without students.



In other news, we're entering birthday season at my home. Between my family and Chuck's family (and our family), we have 13 birthdays between Feb. 12 and March 13. That's one every other day. HOLY CATS no wonder I'm broke. AND, throw in the musical? Oy to the vey.

We celebrated my baby brother's birthday on Saturday - he turned 13. We bought him underwear, and the look on his face was a beautiful thing. Well, that's not all he got - we also got him a video game... but secretly, I believe he was kinda happy to get boxers. His first pair on non-tighty whities. Yesterday, Isabel had a birthday party for a school mate.

Next Saturday we have two more parties. *sigh*

Until tomorrow (?)


Oh - a postscript. We came home late on Saturday from being gone all day. First words out of Chuck's mouth was this (imagine him with a wrinkled-up nose): "What is that smell?"

I replied: "It's the flowers, honey. The flowers."

So it's been a year

And I pretty much forgot that I had done this.

Wowzers. I guess my brain IS swiss cheese after all.

Thank you to the two strangers who commented on my first blog. That was fun.

Ok, so. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Lovely. I know that all around the world, people are celebrating that which is beautiful and lovely, and pink and red. I'm lucky - I'm married, so I will always have a date for VD (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). But I really hated it when I was single - who wants to be reminded of all the romance in the world when you are sitting by yourself in your dorm room eating pizza and watching When Harry Met Sally for the 100th time? Of course, now with two kids, VD has pretty much come around full circle, and we'll probably be spending VD eating pizza watching cable. When Harry Met Sally might even be on...

Thank you to my husband who gave me my pretty flowers. Oh, shoot. He's not going to read this anways - the damn things smell like a funeral parlor. I had to move them away from my desk because they gave me a headache (shhhhhhhhh). But they are pretty to look at.

And the gesture was pretty darn... romantic.