It is from the rantings in an email I sent to my mother that this blog has come about. She said she could see me being a blogger and I thought maybe it could be a good way to share a little of my charmed life. The email I sent my mom covered a variety of topics and then gave her an update as to my current disposition. Here is a taste of what she got:
"Things here are going well except for the feeling I get that my head will actually explode. I'm emotionally spent today had have not had a whole lot of patience the past few days. Or perhaps I've had lots of patience the past few days as all 3 children are still breathing and have no visible marks or noticeable limps. Though I feel like I'm hanging from the side of a cliff by the root of a dandelion, I have to say I look fabulous in my new dress. Which I suppose is all that really matters. At least when they commit me I can go knowing that along with a headline that reads something like "Bedford mom, pushed to the edge and down for the count", there will be a great paparazzi-esque picture to go along with it for page 1. "Yeah, she's crazy, but look at that dress. I bet she saved a small fortune on that thing." I think I'm going to have to take the flip flops back for a larger size... Oh darn, another trip to Kohl's. Tonight might be a night to put the kids to bed early, kick my feet up and have a beer. I'd say a margarita, but Jerry's not here to make it for me and blending is his job as I killed a fork last time I tried... We don't talk about that anymore. "
So far, I still look pretty fabulous, my head may still explode and I could still go for a margarita, but still think a beer will have to suffice. All in all it's a pretty typical day in my world. As it turns out, you really can't plan life.
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