I think I may have been put off of blogging. My previous post, with a reference to parental depression didn't go down so well. (I'm sorry Dad.) This week has been strange and I don't know where to begin.

JP on Monday night, at around 4:35pm, announces he has a bad earache (when asked where the pain was on that universal pain scale - he told me "7"), so when Kyle got home, he took JP to the immediate care center for the next 3 hours....diagnosis? Double ear infection. Who knew?

Meanwhile, Charlie is home today with a belly ache and sore throat. Doctors appointment in an hour. Could it be the strep that has swept through his kindergarten class? (Oh brother....)

Both boys were supposed to have their first T-ball practice at 4:45pm. I guess we are skipping that this week. Oh, and also at 4:45pm, JP has his try out for the school variety show. His act? Hula hooping for 2 minutes while eating chips. I am terrified that he will get a big fat rejection because it is not a form of acting, singing, or dancing. I wouldn't have thought this until I read the permission slip that had a section for indicating your child's voice coach, acting company, or dancing troupe. This is my Little Miss Sunshine moment.

There's a wealth of other minor upsets that just make me want to be a kid again. (Except I don't really, since I was plagued with all kinds of anxiety that made that carefree childhood kind of absent.) Today, I just don't feel like taking care of anyone. (Enter Mothering Guilt.) I want to spend the day at a spa, reading a book, sipping champagne. (Double Mothering Guilt.) You know, I don't even need the spa. Or the book and champagne. I don't know what would do it....that's half my problem; the not knowing drives me nuts, because then I can't just get up and change something. (Anyone who knows me well, knows that I change my furniture around ALL the time. It's a therapeutic thing and it makes me feel like I am taking life by the horns, and switching it up to attempt to make something better. Even if it is just that the sofa drives me nuts up against a wall or visually the desk at an angle would work much better.)

Anyway. When I figure out what would get rid of that blah feeling, my kids will have all gone away to college, and I'll be left with empty-nest syndrome. Great.