The Obligatory “They Took Down My Ads” Post

So.

I went home for a spell, back to the land of Wegmans and the Great Lakes. I even took the children by myself on an airplane, which is akin to committing ritualistic suicide using a hot poker and rubbing alcohol.

But we made it, there and back. The kids were rock stars and ate up all the time they could get with their grandmother, aunt and cousins. I did very little work at all, and, much to my surprise, I really needed to do that. It’s been a break-neck pace since December, when the BIG BIG PROJECT got off the ground and I started writing virtually full-time for my paid gig. I like the work, it energizes me.

But I needed a break. And I took one. And it was, as they say, good.

We got home around 5:30 last night and Henry ran around the house inspecting every toy like he’d never seen it before, and the big girl moaned about never seeing her cousins again, despite the fact that she will see them in exactly 37 days. Me? I celebrated the fact that I came home with suitcases filled with freshly laundered clothes by watching “The Challenge: Fresh Meat” and eating a metric ton of popcorn.

I have some things to say, some things bottled up that need to be let loose. I can’t do that now, sadly, because I have to wake Henry to fetch his sister from school. I do, however, need lattes, and so please, BlogHer, put my ads back up?

Later, my peeps.

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