It's been a month since I've had something to say here.
Well, not exactly.
It's been a month since I've had something to say here and had the time to record it.
Aye, there's the rub.
So a quick recap:
Since I last posted, I've completed another trip around the sun. My 44th, to be exact. The actual birthday celebration was lovely. Hubby gave me a new bike. It's pink, my favorite color. The kids each gave me treasures they found in the dollar bin section at Target - which they purchased with their own savings from their piggy banks. (Hugh gave me a pair of reading specs, and the irony is not lost on me!)
Unfortunately, as my birthday came to a close, I started feeling the symptoms of shingles coming on. (Too much partying, perhaps? Or merely old age?) I recognized the pain right away this time, having had an inaugural bout of shingles just two months prior, in August. The good news: I started the meds quickly, and short-circuited most of the illness (even avoiding the rash) this second time around. The bad news: the meds to prevent/minimize nerve damage have side effects that summon my Inner Crazy. Luckily, the whole episode is over now. And on my To Do list: shingles vaccination.
The rest of this past month? Pretty much the unremarkable blur experienced by all of us enlisted in the army of constantly moving minivan moms (and dads). Shuttling kids to tennis, chess, ballet, Spanish, doctors, dentists, and playdates. Preparing meals, running my small business, volunteering at school, brokering sibling peace accords on the homefront, and assigning consequences when those accords are violated. Being a devoted - and occasionally, cranky - wife. Shopping at Costco, Target, Whole Foods, Publix...and urgently shopping around at even more places when my business laptop died unexpectedly a couple of weeks ago.
Dizzy yet?
Never fear - I also squeezed in a little fun. I attended my First Book Club Ever, and it was great! And my husband and I had an overnight getaway sans kids (to beautiful downtown Atlanta) courtesy of my in-laws.
As I write this, outside it is pitch black outside and pouring rain. I glance at the clock and see that the kids will be awake in about an hour, ready to start their day. I haven't slept yet, and I think I will just stay up...another all nighter. Insomnia bites.
But...
It allowed me to write this, right?
Maybe next time I'll write about George. Most folks call him Car Wash, but he prefers George. Thinking of him makes me happy and sad at the same time. I hope tonight he is somewhere safe, warm and dry...and sleeping well.
