Yeah, I just tweeted that. I figured it’d be a good working title since I’m not even sure right now what this post is going to be about.
I guess I could explain the title/tweet. That’d be a start. The Shoe family has been in what I call “hurry-up-and-wait” mode for a long time. A few weeks ago, that shifted to “what-the-heck-is-going-on-can-we-please-get-some-closure” mode. And that’s still where we are. Today is the day we’re supposed to get some answers. Of course, Friday two weeks ago had the same promise. Today could be pretty darn uneventful.
I’ll bet you are feeling super duper clued in now, huh?
Let me help get your mind off of all that.
My dear sweet, potty-trained in days (I know, that’ll get a post of it’s own once I’m not so put out) Wog has been replaced. Living under my roof is a perpetually dissatisfied, contrary litle boy. He wakes up mad and goes to bed highly ticked off. The span of time in between finds him pushing his sister, throwing his toys, and hitting his mommy. Disobedience and defiance are his super powers.
And Bug… dear Lord, please let it be more teeth coming in and not just a personality disorder. I’m just sayin’.
I’m really not sure who cries the most each day. I’m pretty sure it’s me.
Yeah, sure, there are little bright spots when the two make each other laugh. Or Wog tells a joke or does an impersonation– I so love seeing his sense of humor develop. Or Bug tackles me for a kiss– that little chunk has some strength and likes to use it to spread love.
But right now, all the drama is just draggin’ me down, man.
Maybe it’s just the rain.
Which I am SO over, by the way.













