Ah, gin! That sharp, cold elixir that makes the dull but stressful life of a stay-at-home mom far more bearable, even glamorous! All my angst lately when I look around at this new, bigger house and feel like I don't belong in it? Poof--gone after the first few swigs of my gin gimlet! My inner bitch fest caused by Husband's complaints over how I do his laundry now that we have a dryer? Who cares? Pass the gin and I'll dry anything I damn well please if I don't have time to read labels 'cause the baby's screaming at me! I love gin.
So I'm back in the blogging saddle again after a week's residence in this new place and a much-needed break from my bloggable inner monologue for the couple of weeks prior to that. I would've been back sooner, too, except that this new house is serviced by the most customer-jerk-around cable company EVER--this being Time-Warner, of course--and we haven't had internet access or a functional home phone for the entire week. Woe is me, right? The terrible plight of the suburban woman! I DO know that I suck here, believe me.
But no, really, I'm back! I hope I've still got some interested readers out there, too, because I haven't been keeping up with ANYONE in my absence. No, not even you, Mommygoth. But I've changed. Posts everyday, no matter how short or inane! Doesn't that sound appealing? Okay, how about comments out the ying-yang for all comers?
I'm back! Hello?