Not long ago, some friends suggested I should blog. I said, “I have nothing important to say. I lead a suburban life with three kids in tow. Who would want to read such drivel?” They said, “We do.” So, I made a half-assed attempt at this online-journaling stuff. It was about as successful as any diet I’ve ever been on: great progress at first and then nothing, or worse, complete regression.
Life is stable. I need to get my act together. Start blogging (again), start Weight Watchers (again), start being organized and scheduled (again) … and let’s see how long it lasts. I bought myself a Palm PDA 2 weeks ago. Maybe I should charge it and learn how to use it.
I must be crazy committing to one more thing this week. My kids have been out of school for 3 weeks, and they’re all in camp. Last week, the older 2 attended the same camp; the youngest was at his pre-school’s camp. Two drop-offs, two pick-ups. No sweat. [Pun fully intended here in SW Florida.] This week, three boys are in three different camps. Three drop-offs, three pick-ups, plenty of sweat and gasoline. I may just lose my mind. My replacement crock-pot better show up soon, otherwise we’ll be eating soup and sandwiches every night.
My oldest is a smart and needy PITA. My middle child is such a middle child, but he’s too cute. My youngest is my sugar but too smart for his own good. Must remind myself: intelligence is a blessing.