That flighty girl that works at Record Service

Well.....real life has returned.

Sigh.

Yesterday was Leo's birthday. His head almost exploded over all the Star Wars Lego...more to come on that.  Unfortunately I had to work late last night but as soon as it was over I raced home, all excited to be with the guys.  I walked in to utter meltdowns by both of them because Owen had accidentally broken up one of Leo's new Lego sets.  They barely noticed I was home.  Eventually everybody calmed down and they went back working on their Lego with Ernie, with Owen loudly singing the Star Wars theme.  I eventually got the laptop and started reading political crap as no one seemed to particularly care that I was home.  Had something to eat and then put Owen to bed.  Came back downstairs and a little bit later Ernie took Leo upstairs.  It took forever for him to put Leo to bed and finally I realized that he must have fallen asleep up there.  I poured a glass of wine and watched political crap on tv and waited for the Tylenol PM to kick in.

sigh.

Up this morning to the sounds of Owen doing one of his patented I-don't-want-to-get-ready morning upheavals.   Tried to help calm everybody down but it was one of those times when nobody wins. Ate some cold pizza and drank my coffeemilk.

Sometimes this is just the way it is.

Yesterday my friend Boo emailed me because she'd seen a notice of a public talk I have to give. We laughed about it (because I hate public speaking) and then she said, "I’m sorry, Cynthia—I know this isn’t fair, but I still think of you as that flighty girl who worked at Record Service and lived upstairs.  I really get thrown when I see stuff like this…"

Man, I wish I WERE still that flighty girl who worked at Record Service....