My little man and his friend collided while playng basketball yesterday. I spent the majority of the night in the ER with him, because Dad looked at his nose and felt it didn't look right. We walked out of there after hours of waiting to be seen for 20 seconds by a useless doctor with a diagnosis of "Nasal Contusion, possible fracture."
We have a follow-up appointment on Tuesday to get x-rays taken to see if there is a fracture.
It's fun being the mother of a boy...
I have contemplated digging out an old Halloween mask to let him wear in public until the bruised nose/eyes heal. I can't stand the dirty looks I get from people that think I punched the kid in the face...

Anger.

There are no words to explain my frustration that when I get mad I cry. I'm not crying because I'm sad, I'm crying because of the amount and the intensity of my anger. Don't mistake me for a weakling dumbfuck. It's worse for YOU if I'm crying.

Which way....

...is the wind blowing? I'd like to go that way, please.

Excuse me while I kiss the sky.

I have two stints of alone time every day. Literally TWO. The first one is the half hour between dropping my son off at school and driving to work. The second is the half hour between driving from work to pick him up.
During that half hour I am not someone's mother, I am not someone's wife. I am not someone's administrator. I am just me.
I turn my Pandora on, connect the phone to the radio and whatever station is on, I play it all the way up. Sometimes I sing along, much to the entertainment of my fellow traffick jammers, and I don't care.

I do a mean drum solo on my steering wheel.

I have found that the second stint of me time helps peel the day off of me and I can shed my work persona. The days aggravations, stresses, everything has GOT to leave me before I get my children. They are not the reason I work with pricks, they don't need to see the way my job gets me.

I wonder what music I will play tomorrow...

Whoa there...

Apparently Blogger has made many many changes in my absence. Interesting. I am going to have to take a tour to get to know this place a little better.
Update: My kids are old. LOL...
Little Man is 7 and my Princess is 5. Oy...
....and now to get back into a groove...