I'm home from the hospital. The surgery went really well and my recovery has been much, much easier than the last time.

My sweet boy started school today (sob!), and I was teary as I packed his very first lunch bag.

I don't have a ton of confidence that I passed the final interview for the job I was applying for...so I will start looking again within the next few months.

The house is still in upheaval with all of the construction work going on.

But beyond all that, I am just taking things one day at a time with plenty of sleep.

Well, Damn.

I was relishing the fact that there have been no Bull Snake sightings for over a week, when my neighbor asked me if I had seen the "amazing yellow and black snake" lying dead in the street.

I am so exasperated I can't see straight.

I didn't want it dead, I just wanted it to move on to a happier more isolated place.

The irony isn't lost on me.

Unable to post lately - too busy with life. My toddler has learned the art of I Want It Now, the contractors have invaded my home to fix the multitude of issues, my surgery is scheduled later this month and I have been interviewing for a job.

Everything is up in the air but moving forward.

It feels good.

Just Trolling Through the Archives

I swear, if I close my eyes, my memory of kissing his mutton chops is so real I can still feel it. Same goes for his ears and paws and belly too.

Death sucks.

Will someone please tell the Bull Snake in my backyard that she and her babies need to vamoose and find a new residence? Eat the mice and then move on, that's what I always say.

Rascally

Picture this: Four adults with three kids sitting around the table at a family style restaurant. No conversation about politics, home improvement or literature. Just an ongoing flurry of activity to keep the kids from smearing ketchup all over each other, diving out of their highchairs and breaking the dishes with their spoons.

I think we'd all be happy if we had eight arms.

I Miss You

Not Such a Tough Sell

Jill: I picked up a voicemail from Sharon today. She's got The Perfect Job for me at her company. Only hitch is that we'd have to move back to California.

Husband: (Stunned silence.)

Jill: It would depend on the job. And the numbers. And the timeline.

Husband: (Forehead has become deeply furrowed.)

Jill: If it's my Dream Job, I want to consider it.

Husband: (Starts shaking his head with his mouth wide open.)

Jill: Open your mind, Dude. It could be a great opportunity.

Husband: Who are you?

Jill: I'm someone who wants a shot at her dream job. Trust me. We'll only consider it if it makes sense.

Husband: (Pause. Pause. Pause. Pause.)

Husband: Okay.