It has seemed for the past two weeks that I was forgetting something. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Oh yeah, it’s this space. ha.

I had a good rant on Facebook earlier about the lack of PE & Recess in my kids school, yet they continue to send helpful notes home about getting kids moving. That might have been a good post. Honestly, one recess a day which is part of lunch and one PE class a week is ridiculous. I’d like to go shake some school board people.

There are a lot of things I want to say about the fact that Natalie lives with me full time. She rarely sees her dad anymore, much less lives there. But….I’m unsure how to proceed on this one. I don’t know that I even know where to begin. For now I guess it’s a┬ástory that will be┬ástuck in my head. The other two still live with him half the time, so I also feel like I’d be better off keeping their lives off of this blog. Just know that I’ll likely discuss Natalie a lot more…because I have no other person to answer to about it.

Is there an easy button that anyone has found in regards to kids growing and parents blogging? No? Sigh.

Homework and a certain nine year old may be the death of me. I’m to the point now where I wonder if I could hire someone to help her learn to focus long enough to just EFFING DO IT AND BE DONE ALREADY! While my 7th grader seems to be capable of getting three times the amount of homework done in no time what so ever, the 4th grader and I sit there for literally hours. Also the new, turn in the homework on Thursday morning thing is a bullshit move.

Last night I tried making that overnight oatmeal thing that seems to be on every blog right now. Yeah, it tasted like nasty soggy cold oatmeal. Either I’m missing something or the Internet has a funny sense of what is tasty.

I love having this little spot that is just mine again. I just need to get back to writing again. I know I’ll get there eventually.



Please forgive the over exuberant title and the exclamation points. It’s been pouring nonstop for over a week in Colorado and today there is sun! The rain, oy the rain. We have floods and washed out roads and small creeks are now giant rivers and it’s all a bit more than Colorado can handle, but we’ll figure it out. There came a point yesterday when I wished it was snow instead of rain. Can we say crazy?

The nonstop rain combined with me changing my crazy meds last week (hey it turns out that they can just stop working after a few years) has made the last week extra tough for me. I believe my exact words to someone just now was: LIFE IS LIVABLE AGAIN!

Over dramatic, me? Never! Heh.

However when making grilled cheese for dinner feels like I’ve been asked to run the NY marathon or something wellllllll lets just say my kids ate a lot of McDonalds and cereal last week. Whatever. They lived. I got up every day. I worked every day. I even managed to drive us to my moms house this weekend. That one was partially for entertainment for the kids that wasn’t me, but hey, I did it. All in all, we survived and that my friends, is enough in the moment.

In this moment, I feel like things are looking up.

Where I possibly, maybe sorta got hit on

Yesterday while at Starbucks a nice guy was chatting me up. We talked about the weather (day five of rain in Colorado), how it’s like California and how people here don’t know what to do with rain. He complimented my shirt and nicely bought my coffee.

Yeah. It took me until after I left to realize that he was probably hitting on me. I’m slow like that. I did what any woman who has no clue about these things would do, I texted my best friends. I commented that maybe he was gay, because he complimented my shirt. The answer is still cracking me up: “Gay doesn’t buy you coffee.”

Huh. Good to know. I’ll assume this is true, even though said best friends are happily married to amazing men who they’ve been with since they were teens.

One day I’ll decide I am ready to date. When that day comes I’ll need to take lessons so that I, you know, NOTICE WHEN SOME ONE FLIRTS WITH ME. Ahem.

Oh hey I have a blog again

One of these days it will feel natural again. One day this place will start to feel like home. In the moment it feels like I’m trespassing somewhere. Like I need to whisper and not make any sudden movements less I get found. Of course it may be that I’ve just been watching too many episodes of Bones and I’m a bit paranoid. Something like that.

I’ll get there. I know I will.

The guilt piano

When I was thirteen years old, I quit playing the piano. I’d been asked to perform someplace in front of hundreds of people and that was exactly hundreds more than the amount of people I felt comfortable playing in front of. Which was exactly one person. I adored the piano and loved that I knew tons of brand new songs. I could hear something once and then just play it. (Which unfortunately meant I lied and pretended I could read music, which I never really understood.) For eight years the piano was a true love of mine. The options in my mind were do the thing I dreaded or quit. So I quit. Holy fuck thirteen year olds are stupid. I hate that I quit when I did and just couldn’t say, no I don’t like to perform, please help me find someone who will teach me just to teach me.

Over the years people have asked me if I could go back and change one thing about my life what would it be. This isn’t number one, but it’s in the top three.

For years my mother just thought I got tired of it and that’s why I quit. Last year I happened to tell her the truth for the first time ever. My following words, which were true, are ones I now regret: I’d love to have a piano and get back into it.

Sigh. Do you see this lovely thing?



I love it so very much. I really do. In theory at least. My mother and step-father gave it to me for my birthday. They are amazing and I love them for it.

I’d hoped it would come back to me. It didn’t. I’d hoped I could re-teach myself by YouTube. I can’t. It’s just another thing I can’t manage to find time or energy to deal with.

It makes me so freaking guilty. It sits there are clean and shiny and waiting for me to play on it. I walk past it 72 times a day and I’ve learned to not look at it.

I wish I’d said, I’d love to re-learn to play the piano when my kids were grown or maybe when I retire. Or something. Something that would have not made them think, oh lets get her a piano!!!

Now it’s my guilt piano. Maybe one day I’ll find a way to change that. Until then…I just won’t look down at it as I walk past.


ps. I know that everyone and their brother reads The Bloggess. This post today? Was the most real thing I’ve read online in a long time. I understand and honestly feel the same way about 99% of the time. I thought I’d share. Because well…I remember that bloggers used to do that.

What can I say, I’m nuts

Six months have gone by since I’ve written a single word. Well unless you count random Facebook statuses, which I don’t. My intention was to learn to write for me, yet all I managed to do, when deleting my last blog, was stop writing altogether. I miss it. The writing. The blogging. The connections. The simple act of putting the words in my head, someplace besides my head.

I have no real clue as to what I’ll talk about here, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out over time. My life has changed so much in the last six months that I’m not even sure where to start. It feels good to write this though.

Hi blogging world. I guess I’m back. Me. Just me. No fancy site. No Twitter. No ads. No old posts to muck up things. Just plain ole crazy me.