Is there anything more annoying than a blogger who doesn't blog? Well, probably... traffic, Hosea from Top Chef and being out of French Vanilla creamer are things that immediately come to mind, ... however, for the intents and purposes of this conversation, I call myself out as annoying.
So, this past month... I have nothing to say other than I am pretty sure I have developed adult onset ADD and it is completely the fault of the children. Blame the children! I have had to think for extra people for 12 years now... that doesn't leave a lot of room for the brain power to remember to do things like oh, say, pay traffic tickets, pick up the dry cleaning (it's been 2 weeks now... Hugh has been reduced to wearing those one off gifts... like the pink dress shirt I gave him a year ago while in the midst of a Donald Trump moment.) or, you know, blog.
Scientific research backs me up. My father and his wife have good friends who are both doctors. They also have a world class sculpture collection and have just finished rewiring, with the aid of a book, their entire house. They have no children. The point? If I didn't have children I too would have room in my brain for medical school, art assimilation and DIY efforts of gigantic proportions... but, I am too busy remembering things like: black jeans in the backpack for Jake and email iTunes for new authorization code for Jack and don't forget the damn Hello Kitty stickers for Eva and omg... Jones is getting fussy about food and don't kid yourself that he will tolerate such crap as kibble.
My head has it's "Occupado" sign lit.
And that's why I forget to blog.
But, I am remembering right now and so blog I shall.
I've been sick. For a month and let's face it, that is annoying to everyone. Even the animals are over me.
We spent ski week in SF... which was delightful and all you San Franciscans should wake up every morning excited and feeling lucky... you have twisty steep streets and cable cars (don't tell me they're just for tourists - I believe you ride them everywhere) and Alcatraz and everything is just so fabuloso that there is a part of me which is pretty certain it's all in my head and maybe I spent last week in a coma after being hit in the head with my kitchen cabinet for the 100th time and dreamed the whole thing.
It's a thought. Yes? No?
Never mind. SF is real and we had a real swell time.
Also, I seem to have said, "Yes" when asked to host a fundraiser (bringing back the possibility of a head injury sustained from aggressive upper kitchen cabinet contact) and while I was at least coherent enough to con a friend into hosting with me, it still remains a Thorn In Our Collective Side. Hugh has realized that this whole operation is going to put him in the poor house and although I try to soften the blow of having to have trees trimmed and carpets cleaned by reminding him we are stimulating the economy, he isn't falling for it.
Which is something I always do and apparently my mother did as did her mother so that seems to be my family legacy - Accept and Regret.
Although, if I'm being honest, and why not be honest, I always enjoy myself the night of... it's just the hysterical panic of PERFECTION which screws with my head.
But, it should be a lovely evening. We're having Mexican food. Would you like to come? There will be mas tequila.
The school wants $350 a child to "secure" their places for next year but I think that is kind of bullsh*t, so I haven't given them a check... in this economic climate I feel I have the upper hand as I am still stupid enough to be paying for their education when we have top rated public schools in our neighborhood. That they could ride the bus to...
It used to be about wanting the Catholic education but let's face it, I'm pretty over that...our experience has been such a let down and hello, The CHURCH is sort of a let down and while I am strong on faith I am weak on the Church and we're sort of church shopping right now... it's the kind of shopping which leads to sleeping in on Sundays and then going out for breakfast.
And that's where things stand... Adult ADD, San Francisco, sick, school fees and fundraisers and possible head trauma.
Was hardly worth the time it took you to read it, no? My apologies... don't judge me!