Allow me to introduce someone
Abby is not exactly new to blogging. She’s been hanging out on the blog black hole that is myspace (oh the horror of the flashing banners) and she’s been reading most of your blogs for a long time. (Seriously, she is hep to the adoption world like crazy.) But now she’s finally come over to the light and got herself a domain and a wordpress install, thanks to Jenna’s recent notification about the killer dollar sale that was happening at her host. And it is posts like this, my friend that makes me love her. Seriously and yet hilarious. Funny yet wise. Oh dear Abby! How fortunate we are that you left the Michigan cold to grace us with your presence here in Ohio! Our homeschooling life is better for it! (Plus your kids are kinda nice.)
Add her to your blogrolls and learn to love her as we already do!
Anyway, I’m putting this out there because, while I would not trade my life for anything, sometimes it’s hard. It’s hard. And sometimes I write about it with a derisive style and I don’t want people to get the wrong idea. I don’t tell my kids that I think they are black holes of need. That would be mean. I try to meet their needs and then I meet my needs by drinking. Just kidding! I try to meet their needs and it is impossible. Because they’re children. This impossibility and my inadequacy as a mother weigh on me and I deal with it, like I deal with most things, with sarcasm. Self-preservation can be ugly. I’m just trying to make it a little bit funny. The end.
Aw, you’re nice.
I think I like that Abby girl.
Oh! That’s who I helped! WEE!
*adds to reader*