Bla Bla Bla...

I guess you could say that it is the same old thing. Boring, boring, boring. Well at least to me it is. This repetition is killing me...dinner, clean, laundry, bitch at the kids, dinner, activities, laundry...you get the gist of what I am getting at. I guess I just need to do something fun. Like join a pottery class, getting some friends might lift my spirits. One of them is married and lives on the other side of town, so we don't get together as often as we would like. And the other one is in a semi-new relationship and has recently decided that hanging out with friends is not a priority at this time. I think over time she will grow bored with him and then beg to go out with a friend every once and a while.

I guess it reminds me of when I got out of high school, granted I had Anthony not too long after that, but I wanted to call my girlfriends and have a sleep over or something fun that we used to do like that. I LOVED having sleep overs. But of course, I knew if I called these girls and inquired of the chances of a sleep over happening they would have laughed and hung up the phone on me. Even now...I would love to have one. But not with little kids, with my friends. I think that it would be so much fun. But no one has the time for that stuff. In my very small circle of friends I am currently the only one with kids, so I don't know why someone's schedule would conflict, but I know that everyone would be busy or something to that affect. I guess it just sucks to know that I don't have any friends, I have tried to make friends with some of the kids' friends parents, but that is hard too. I just don't feel like we are on the same level. I am a bit more carefree and fun, some of them seem so uptight and have so much drama going on in their lives, which is good fun when listening to it over coffee, but when it is my turn to share what the hell would I say to them?

It's rough that is for sure.

Anthony and Olivia made a tent in the living room the other night to sleep in, and when they first made it all they did was line up chairs in a circle and put pillows around it. I looked at them with great concern, HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO MAKE A TENT AND YOU ARE 9??? This baffled me only because at their age I was a pro at making those things. So, I pushed up my sleeves and showed them how it was to be done. It was great to hear their joy at the construction of this project and the out come. Cisco was also impressed and suggested that we leave it up so that the next night we could sleep in it. I thought that was funny, all I could think of was, "there is no way I can sleep on the floor in that thing, my back will be killing me the next day!". What the hell happened to me, when did I become so concerned about sleeping on the floor and what it would do to my body the next day. Scary people, very scary.

I hope that when I write next time there is more interesting things going on but until then.

~M