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I have a few, a few questions to ponder…Why, when everything goes bad or is crappy it is TOTALLY MY fault, yet when things turn out good or better than expected or are going great, it is BECAUSE of SOMEONE else? (Note to Fernando: I am not actually yelling those words, only strongly emphasizing them.) Riddle me that, Batman.
Oh, here’s a good one! When I tell a funny story about someone, with the intention to pass along the humor of the story, why do I get yelled at for hurting someone’s feelings and trying to embarrass them? Yet, when I am being thrown under an oversized double decker bus (fully loaded with passengers and luggage) at 85 miles an hour and get my little feelings hurt, am I told to “grow up!” or “get thicker skin!” Or “you are soooo dramatic, Mandy!” Another riddle from the Riddler to the Batman.

I think I have a bunch more of these, I just can’t remember them at the moment. My brain is overcrowded with thoughts of things I can actually answer realistically and rationally.

Okay, I admit it. I am wandering around aimlessly looking for something interesting to do. Yes, this is partially in avoidance of the cleaning I could be doing while everyone is asleep, but I am way bored with dishes, laundry, etc… I would vacuum, but I am confident that would awaken the masses, so that’s out. And, it isn’t very interesting or dare I say it, “fun”. No offense to my friends, but Facebook is boring and not really fun either. “Oh, look, Madeline has pulled her pants out of her ass 30 times tonight!” Boooooorrrrring. (Yes, that is a direct quote from my kids.)
I should get credit for having the cajones to type this, because it is sure to prompt a response from Jamie, who would have a list of things for me to do. And, as a preemptive strike, I say “Shut it, soccer boy.” I, of course, say that with love.
So, I need someone to talk to. By this, I mean someone not in the 500th minute of the story of how the eraser ended up her classmate’s nose (although I do appreciate the “TOTALLY COOL” experience of said witness’s view during the event, and her desire to share it with me). Maybe a conversation with someone I didn’t have to say, “Hey! Pencils are for PAPER ONLY!” Or someone I didn’t have to follow around saying, “No ride doggie!!!” I am grateful for those moments, and cherish them, truly. But, Dear GOd, where are the adults??? Or, even better, the people who are legally, by age, adults, yet haven’t been notified of this yet?
I am bored…

I have three wonderful daughters and one amazing son! I am very blessed! I always wanted a son or two…but I just realized the downside of having a son. I have this wonderful, sweet, smart, kind, caring little boy full of all kinds of potential. So now I can no longer end sentences or conversations with “I don’t know. Men just totally suck!”