Weak Blogging

Ok, so I didn’t blog while the kids were gone even though I had more fun than a barrel of monkeys rolling down a steep hill covered in lollipops and gingerbread men.   But, it’s because I was too busy having too much fun and if I had blogged, it would have been weak.  Like really weak.  Because I would have been blogging after a night of like 3 hours of sleep.  Or 15 cocktails.  Or both.  And, there’s nothing I hate more than weak blogging.  You know. . . when you check in and see there’s new content, and you’re all, “Whee!  New content!” and then you read it and you’re like, “WTF?!  That was the biggest waste of time I have ever spent!  I hate this blog and this stupid blogger!  Die!  Die!  Die!”. 

Well, maybe you aren’t as inherently violent as I am, but still.

Right now, I couldn’t even begin to tell you what all transpired over those 6 weeks, which turned into 7 because my mom came and stayed for a week after they got back.  I think I lost enough brain cells during the vacation to effectively kill the memory of the first half of the hiatus.

The important thing is that my patience was restored while the kids were away, and given that I was about to buy cages to keep them in, that’s probably a pretty good thing. 

I figure I’ll just post craploads of photos and let that suffice as my kid-freedom update.  If you don’t like it, you can suck an egg.

I’ve got a pretty phenomenal August lined up, completely with the Catalyst 8 Anniversary Bash this Friday, the Ice Ball next Saturday, and YE for Kids on the 21st.  I probably won’t tell you about any of those adventures, either, but I’ll post pictures so you can see that I’m still alive, which is basically all this blog is good for anymore.

I. Love. My. Life.

So, I’m nearing the end of my 6 weeks of kid-freedom.  And, at about Week 3, I was pretty partied out.  Like, so much so that I spent Weekend 4 mostly at home, sleeping.  But, now it’s Weekend 5 and it’s a holiday weekend.  And, I’m trying really hard to keep up in rock star fashion, but it’s hard, y’all, when you’re this old.

Tonight, I wandered out to watch a friend’s guitar perform.  No, seriously.  Not a friend.  A friend’s guitar. 

Then, I wandered over to a friend’s bar.  To find it closed.  Which bit donkeys.  Because I walked far in my heels to get there for no reward whatsoever. 

Then we had pizza.

Life is good.

Maybe tomorrow I can more accurately explain to you why.