"Haven't heard from you in so long."
"You're not blogging much anymore."
"So, really ... how are you?"
I am wonderful.
I am juggling four teenagers and also putting another child in public school for the very first time. It is a very long story that has taken a very long time to determine what exactly is most needed. So, yeah. There you go.
While the process to make the decision is years in the making, actually starting school happened insanely fast. I think we were able to get everything in place and be trucking off on the first day in a matter of less than two weeks. And there were a lot of things to get into place.
Then there's this whole house-full-of-teenagers thing I have going on. It's amazing. It's truly amazing. I love teenagers. Okay, fine. Yours might annoy me. But I love mine!
They're funny and creative and many times thought provoking. They are also bitchy and cranky and many times mind-numbing. Like me. Blerg.
I am driving more. Much, much more. Everywhere. Most days. Getting the kids to their things to see the people and do the stuff. My life has shifted. I'm helping more parents privately with my coaching, and it is very fulfilling while also blending well with our non-stop schedule.
As I'm streamlining my space here, I have decided to end my Magical Milk series this month. I am also looking at Sexuary to decide how many more years of life I plan to eek out of that one. Are there still more relevant topics to cover? Or at this point, will I just be (no pun intended) beating a dead horse? Don't want to jump the shark.
I didn't intend for that to sound sexual in any way, but I still have this strange feeling it came across as such. Maybe that will be a whole 2014 theme: Jump that Shark!
Or ... no.
Anywho, how am I?
I am wonderful.
But mostly just ... still here. Meh. Life. Trucking along.
This week I discovered a little site called "What Would I Say?" It takes all of your status updates from Facebook and garbles them together to create new status updates. Most of it is gibberish, but occasionally you strike a gem. A painful gem that throws all of your quirks and -ism's in your face. I'll leave you with a few of mine.
It doesn't make sense, but then ... it absolutely does.