3 funerals, a list mom morning with the Breakfast Bitches on the EC readers list, taking ten-year-olds to Funspot on a belated birthday trip, and getting the tall child packed and off to camp for the week. I forgot my name at some point around Friday afternoon.
But it’s a brand new week, and I’m hoping the most energy-depleting thing on my plate will be consoling the short kid—who misses his big brother desparately—so that I can get back to my regularly scheduled programming. (Regularly scheduled other than catching up on dozens and dozens of emails from the last week, of course.) And I’ve got to catch up on my comments and the blogosphere. Damn. Maybe last week really isn’t over yet.
Hey, check out the new Breakfast Bitches group blog! It should be fun as hell. (If you were fully in support of the RWA’s Dirty Words list or you don’t know that anal doesn’t always refer to such things as only writing with Sanford uni-ball roller ball pens in 0.2mm micro, black, you might want to think twice.) I’m going to be watching to see how often we say “Mandy started it!” each week.