I know, I know. Where have I been hiding?
Truth is I haven’t been hiding. I’ve been completely and utterly uninspired to write.
So, here is the Cliff Notes/Coles Notes version of my life since I last blogged:
I started a new job. It’s the happiest I’ve been professionally in 17 years. I love the school and the people I work with and never in
my career have I been able to say either of those things.
I turned 40 (and could care less)
I’ve enjoyed my son entertaining me with his three year old wisdom (ie: when he woke up one morning with dry pjs, he suggested we call the police to tell them he didn’t pee the bed). Um, yeah. ok.
I’ve had ebbs and flows of grief (incase you’re new here, my dad is dead). Currently with the impending holidays, I’m having a very difficult time.
I chopped my hair off (well, ok, I didn’t, but my hair dresser did)
I’ve spent entirely too much time on Facebook.
I’ve gotten slightly better with biting my tongue and walking away. I still slip up but I’ve learned to let more slide.
We have lived with almost daily ‘updates’ on my husband’s unruly 17 year old son who is now using heavy drugs and wreaking havoc wherever he goes. It’s very stressful.
There really isn’t much new to report. Christmas is coming and I’m bracing myself. I think I was born without the holiday spirit gene. Even when I was little, when most kids were excited about Santa coming to their house, I was more freaked out by the thought of a strange man gaining entry into our home. I spent many Christmases listening to my parents fight. Don’t get me wrong. I did not want for anything. My parent gave me an excellent childhood. Unfortunately I grew up in the pre-Oprah era. By this, I mean there was no one on a nationally syndicated talk show reminding parents that they change who the child is when they fight in front of them. Also popular in this era was the optional use of seatbelts and smoking in a car with all of the windows rolled up. I’m surprised I’m still alive.
Christmas, to me, is overrated. Don’t get me wrong. I like the idea of Christmas…. celebrating the birth of baby Jesus, giving to others yadda yadda ya. I get it. I’m not stingy. I just truly have a problem with the once a year-ers who are big givers to charity and flaunt their blessings on their Facebook pages because Hallmark has encouraged them to do so. I personally think you should be thankful everyday, not just on a designated holiday. I think you should contribute to charities year round, not just once a year. I have a huge problem with organized holidays that tell me who to celebrate and thank, and holidays that make me feel like a totally inferior shmuck because I can’t whip up half of what is on Pinterest. Since losing my dad, holidays are just sad. I dunno, maybe it’s just me.
So that’s it from my corner of the world.
Nothing exciting, nothing much new. But at least now you know I’m not trapped under something heavy.