Oh there’s so much to do, so many distractions
The distractions are all the size of a 4-year old. Oh, why try to dissemble! They ARE a 4-year old! A dancing, laughing, clapping, messing-with-stuff-on-my-desk, asking-for-snacks, curly-haired 4-year old named Madison.
Well, that’s just how it is, eh? Working and mothering — something’s got to give and usually it’s my sanity.
Tonight I’m dragging taking Abby with me to the HighBall Halloween launch. Kristen is in Maine. Amy is very busy with Little Alouette. My sister is a flake (not really — she’s just busy). So Abby it is! She wins! When we give out candy? I’m going to give her an extra handful! Leslie is coming, too, god love her. Candy for Leslie, too! And my friend Lis who doesn’t have a web presence because she’s stuck in the dark ages. It’s sad for her there.
Ok! Now I have to go put on clothes that can be seen outside my home as opposed to the ratty t-shirt I’m wearing. The one that Madison accidentally wiped half of her lunch on when she was spinning around and spun into me. Did I mention that she distracts me? Because she does.
Oh Snap!
For some reason, all the tweens in our group use “oh snap!” to mean something like “oh cool!”
I got hit in the head with a flying reese cup at the Highball meeting last night! I wonder if this is the kind of violence the organizers have in mind.