Oh hey. I just had to brush off this blog with the shop vac to remove the 10 feet of dust. It’s been, what? Ages? Speaking of ages, all the main characters of this blog are older, some have thinning hair, some with gray hair and a couple others with so much hair a professional plumber was recently summoned to the house. I call this my accidental second act to blogging. I am not sure why or what I am even doing, but what I do know is that I’m back. I think. Also do I need the kids to sign a waiver to be characters in this documented nonsense? I mean technically one is an adult and the other is on the cusp of 18, but neither can actually sign their name in cursive so I am guessing I am in the clear. My blog, my rules and as I remind them “I am the MOM. End of discussion.” It’s good to be a gangster…I mean parent. So with that, here we go!
Brian beat me at cribbage tonight. Big surprise there…seriously when will I learn how to count those damn cards. That’s ok I still kick his ass at rummy or whatever the hell that game is called. In other news tonight was another night that required an abundance of patience that I apparently suck at. Nothing says “God grant me serenity…” than helping your 20 year old draft their first big job resume. Poor kid didn’t have a chance with me as his Mom…the perfectionist gene runs deep. As hard as I try to help him understand that failure is not the end or the worst thing, I see so much of me and my daily battle to not let perfectionism be the barrier to taking the first step. I mean, I am basically a walking hypocrite. But hell, at least I can acknowledge my neurosis and knowing is half the battle, right? Or at least that’s what GI Joe said. I have like a gazillion thoughts on my ongoing battle with perfectionism but that might be for another night. I blame Brene Brown for that epiphany…
In other news the dog’s second leg is busted. Hand to god, if she wasn’t so cute I might let her limp forever but she’s our baby. Beyond expensive, but we love her. Truthfully I didn’t see the leg surgeries as a future issue when we foolishly thought getting a puppy was a great idea. I mean she’s a purebred shouldn’t they have extra special powers or at least a 10 year warranty? Lucky for her we are all smitten and apparently like investing in things with negative returns. Who needs retirement anyways?
Well that’s it for today. I’ve got a laundry list of nonsense to spew, a 7 year hiatus will do that. I still can’t believe how long it has been since this blog was active, but damn if I am not here for it again. Thanks for not giving up on me…I promise the best is yet to come!
Until Next Time - Vino Mommy
