I’m back. Alert the authoritahs.

I don’t remember when doing nothing took so daggon much time and energy. I don’t seem to have accomplished much, but I’m sure I’ve been busy with something important because at day’s end I am so fracking tired that I pretty much pass out when I cuddle up next to Darth my trusty cpap machine. That or Jack’s slipping some sort of sedative in the distilled water Darth swills throughout the night. I wouldn’t put it past him. Jack’s wiley like that.

I stopped blogging about our vacation with the entire clan because I got tired of hearing myself complain. Also, no one was validating my complaints enough to suit me. I figured that maybe it was only me. Maybe I was blowing things out of proportion, being too eager to board that My Swimsuit Model Sister in Law is Huge Pain in the Ass train, determined to find fault with everything. So yeah, I sort of stepped off that train and decided instead to embrace the crack induced hallucination that aside from the early morning wake up calls and the toys scattered every’forkin’where, and the catered to tantrums, and the overall self-centeredness of a certain tall beauty and her cream cheese family, it was the best. Vacation. Ever. Period.

*ahem* Happy now Jack?!

Then I went to Chicago for a weekend to meet up with the 15 or so women who have lived inside my computer for the past four years. We all had February babies in 2005 (except for the few who decided to go early or late. You know who you are!) and that was our common thread.  I knew it would be a good time because, hey! Chicago!! But what I didn’t expect was the way 15 women could get along so well. We laughed and drank and toured like the tourists we were. Plus? No one woke me up at the ass crack of dawn for the day. Someone, however, did put maxi-pads on my bedroom door. Someone else also woke me and Darth up at 2:00 a.m. with their quietness.  Because they weren’t drunk.  Nuhn, uhn. Not one little bit. That weekend was over way too soon.

And now I’m simply home and being constantly bombarded with a bunch of nothing. So that’s where I’ve been. Here, not here, busy, not busy. Relaxed, but in the same breath, because I am a mother, entirely stressed out.