That’s how long it’s been since I stepped away from the keyboard and let the blog just lay here…like a sloth, a slug, a lump.
If you’re still here, you have my thanks.
So nine months’ worth of happenings goes a little something like this:
His Awesomeness graduated high school and enlisted in the Army. This 👇🏻was taken at Family Day when he completed basic training. Yes, it was cold. And I was trying to avoid an ugly-snot cry.
Himself and I celebrated 21 years of not killing one another.
The Diva started high school and is kicking ass and taking names. And hanging with the heifers down at the Ag barn.
Ziva is, as always, running the show.
Yes, her bed is HA’s beanbag chair. The dachshund must have her throne. 🙄
In true Mother of the Year fashion, I made HA pack up his room prior to his departure for basic training. There was no way in hell I was gonna be stuck packing up a lifetime’s worth of crap while trying to decide what stayed/what went and ugly-snot crying. He still left me a fair amount of crap to ditch, I mean treasures to cull, food items turned science experiments to notify the local health department about, and some antique Tupperware I never even missed. And an e-cigarette he still denies having. I digress.
I think the results are pretty nice, although when he came home on leave his exact words on entering his room were “what the hell is this shit?!”
Hey, I left his bed (which is hogging a helluva lot of room), dresser, a bookshelf groaning under the strain of its load, and the entire wall to wall top shelf for his most treasured of treasured stuff. The rest of the space? Mine, all mine.
The other Army moms told me to keep busy, so I was just following orders. Even The Diva’s room got a new coat of paint. Y’all, I dusted and painted the baseboards. 😳
You’d think with my newly acquired space I’d be getting some serious sewing 🧵 done. But, no. And so here we are, you and I, sharing an uncomfortable silence.
Someone should fart.
Anyhoo, I am currently forcing myself to sew. Such drudgery. I know the mojo will return. It just needs a little nudge. Off a cliff.
Until next time. And let’s hope that isn’t nine months.