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. :)
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. :)
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