Yeah....

So much to say. Although nothing important, I guess.

This morning I did my hair. I was going for, "Look! My hair is submissive. I am totally in charge of this operation." I think I ended up with my usual Medusa impersonation, with a little added lift in the back. At least I didn't try, in this humidity, to straighten it. That's a losing battle if ever I heard of one.

I wore knee socks to Easter. I was that middle aged woman with knee socks on. Well, it's not like they're going to be impressed no matter what I wear. Might as well amuse myself.

Easter.....was a lot like Christmas was. They were still getting ready when we got there. We helped with the cooking. Josh had to leave the second he was done eating. The kids had a good time playing with their cousins.

You know, I have no wealth of knowledge. I don't. I know the person who thanked me so sweetly for great information will never read this, but here is what I won't say to her, but should: "Please don't be confused into thinking that I somehow have unique experience of noteworthy intuition or valuable knowledge. I do want to help, but it really isn't worth being impressed. I am only saying what any other person would have said, if you were to have asked him/her instead." Or maybe I'm good at saying it clearly. I would like to think that, but I don't really believe it. My goal is clarity, but I think I only achieve Babble. I wish I was knowledgeable, though. I love knowing trivia, when I do. It is a rare moment. Once, I helped win a game of Trivial Pursuit by gaining the winning pie piece? The only reason was that there was a word in the question that no one else could understand, because it was archaic. So, I guess....I am medium good at words. Just like my degree says: I Can Read.

Tomorrow is Monday, and I'm having a hard time getting ready for next week. Did you know that it is National Karaoke Week? Chances of my going out are non-existent, though. So, you will all have to go out and sing something in my place. Something....not typical. Something with style. Something without shame. And then, you can tell me all about it.

I need to finish deciding what pictures to put in my latest gallery for the taiko web site, and get that moving. I'm also behind on a few RSVPs. I've got to decline a shower, accept the reunion (I just don't know if I'll be going alone or with Josh), decline the Communion party....

Josh is starting to think again that there is a schedule change on the horizon. I'm mildly interested, but these kids have cried wolf a fair few times, ya know?

I don't know. I can't picture the future, the way I could before. Now it just seems a long list of wishes, and no way to make them come true. Remember when I was going to be the superhero and save everyone from this mess? I'm not sure I'm the girl for the job.

Our grass is shamefully long and scraggly.

Josh just emailed me his latest paper to proofread. Guess I'll go.

I'm not depressed, I promise. Just tired. Long day. Mommies are what make holidays, so they wear us out a little.

Goodnight.