Diary of a MILF in Progress

Tough

Last night, during a round of goofing around with his sister that should not have been happening, the Elder Son's cheek made firm contact with the footboard of one of the beds.  Screaming ensued.  Ice was applied.  Tears were wiped away.  The affected cheek was kissed.

Elder Son was sporting quite a shiner this morning.  I warned the Husband of his son's injury (he was working late last night, and the kids were asleep by the time he returned) and also sent an email to the school to let Elder Son's classroom teacher know the reason behind the bruise and swelling, and noting that he said it didn't really hurt anymore.  I got a return email from the teacher that read:

Thank you for keeping me in the loop.  [Elder Son] explained his 'eye' to me.  He is very happy!

Fabulous.  First he's peeing indiscriminately and now he's happy to have a black eye.  I just love raising boys.

Because I really need to get the 'smoochy time' post away from the top of the page

Christ on a cracker, I am tired.  I am gearing up for my next board meeting and the end of the school year in rapidly approaching (concerts! class picnics! figuring out how to fulfill the final required service hours!) and I have a cold.

In other words, I am useless.  So what if there are amusing stories in my life, like my Elder Son's new habit of peeing in the driveway?  Or angsty yet heartwarming tales of my recognition of my rapid downward spiral (eating disorder red flags? check.  setting myself up for inappropriate situations? check. retreating from the people who keep me sane? check.), and the emotional strength to stop myself from hitting bottom?  Eh.  Can't put the words into something worth reading.

Hang in there, faithful readers.  Mid-June will come soon enough, and I'll get my shit together enough to regale you all with stories of my insane in-laws, dysfunctional birth family, neurotic offspring and stupid-ass co-workers.  Because Lord knows there will be plenty of blog fodder coming the further we get into summer.