You're a Mean One, Mrs. Grinch

I ran into a friend at the grocery store tonight and she said, "I posted a comment on your blog." Of course my first reaction was, "What blog??"

I'm clearly blogging at a vapid pace. At least it's not a month in between posts. I'm getting better, pacing myself. The fact is, since I started working full time (about 50 hrs a week) and maintaining the same number of children (5) I have no energy to write, type or even stare blankly at a computer screen.

Kudos to working moms everywhere who can do all that I can't! The house is quite now except for the swirling sounds of Monday night football and my husband's snoring. Tomorrow is Superhero Day at school for pre-homecoming festivities known as spirit week. I've been absolutely unsuccessful at talking my 14 year old into being Wonder Woman. Somehow I couldn't sell the bustier and magic bracelets.

There are four other Christmas class parties to prepare for. All the classroom moms have written their annual Christmas party letters on festive, holly berry pocked printer paper. You know, the letters saying, "You're not going to be here with your own child but can you manage to send in some drinks and a veggie tray?"

I sense my Grinchness coming out. I'm feeling pooped. Does this get easier? Just how many "today I made homemade fudge using the milk from the goat calf I milked this morning" conversations am I going to have to grin through???

Bah humbug.