the Post Christmas Haze

T’was the day after Christmas
and all through the house
Teenagers were stirring
in search of a mouse.

We’ve entered Strange Territory at Casa MamasBloggin. The boys both asked for nothing but downloadable content.

No gifts to wrap.

No panicked promises to the Gods of Commercialism.

Just enter your cardnumber to complete your purchase.


No panicked dashing around town for the Latest Greatest Thing. No looking at the price tag and cringing. No wondering if I’m getting THE RIGHT THING. No getting upset when something breaks 10 minutes after opening lol.

It feels kinda lazy, being this NONSTRESSED.

Reblogging because it is STILL VALID

Our Lady of Perpetual Laundry – 2007

The laundry is my chore, I shall not want.

The children lie down in green pastures; they splash in muddy waters.

The wash restoreth my clothes: it leadeth me in the paths of cleanliness for all my time.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the depths of the closet, I will fear no stink: for my soap is with me; my washer and dryer, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me for folding: thou annointest my head with sweat; my basket runneth over.

Surely dirty clothes and clean clothes shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the laundryroom for ever.

it doesn’t feel like THIRTEEN years

But my “years ago today” plugin tells me it really has been.

If you’re still reading, thank you so very much. We’ve been through some crazy stuff together. Also thanks to the above-mentioned plugin, I now know what a pain in the ass vague blogging is. I read some of these older entries and I wonder what in the world I was talking about..

The Story Thus Far

Our heroine has finally bitten the bullet and agreed to publish a blog in order to help sort through the many muddled thoughts in her head. At the tender age of 33, and as a single mother of 3, she is about to embark on the journey we hope will all rescue her from the doldrums of depression. Why? Well, something from a favorite TV show keeps running on an endless loop in her head – “The power of 3 will set us free”.

*It wasn’t depression as much as it was PPD, and pulling myself out of it was a genuine bitch. (Yes, I needed medication. I was too paranoid to find a doctor, much less admit that I had bigger problems than I could fix.)


I’ve just spent the better part of 2 months flipping between my tablet and my phone for internet use.

(Why? Turns out laptop screens aren’t immune to frustrationnnnnnTEENPUNCH)

I have a bluetooth keyboard with three channels, so technically I *could* connect to one more device, but I’m over it. The Internet is just not ready for full-time [NOTcomputer] use.

My bank has a full site, mobile site, and an app. The app is relatively intuitive and easy to use…. BUT it has the same issue the mobile site has. I actually vastly prefer using the mobile site, it’s easier for me to focus on the actual banking without worrying about SQUIRREL!.

So what’s the big issue? I’m signed up for “e-bill” through my bank’s website. On the full site, the dollar amount prepopulates for me. It doesn’t do that on the mobile site or the app.

And those are some of the *smaller* bitches I have about The Mobile Web. Some of the sites I want to visit (Lane Bryant!!!!) do not automagically redirect you to their mobile site, or display all the products in a category. Facebook displays different things on the tablet and the phone even if I’ve got one next to the other, open at the same time. Not *horribly* different, but enough that I have serious FOMT (fear of missing THINGS).

Moving on (before I completely lose what’s left of my cool) – tonight I’m putting a hard drive in the Dell Mini10 Netbook. 

(replacing the hard drive is less expensive than a whole new computer). 

Hopefully it will be “enough”.
PS – #sorrynotsorry about all the parentheses.

PSS – really sorry about the disjointedness. Can’t make the entry screen take up the full page in the app.

PSSS – previous entry is dated Aug 24. That’s obviously not the date the damage happened. I’ve just had ENOUGH. 

We interrupt your regularly scheduled silence

Dear Internet: 

As you’re very excruciatingly well aware, I’m the proud parent of two [ALPHABET SOUP] kids.

One of these kids is having a really rough time right now.

When the boys were much younger one of them had problems controlling his temper and was responsible for more than one broken laptop screen.

Now that they’re older, the OTHER is responsible for more than one broken laptop screen.

My internet access now comes through the tablet (that I almost didn’t take when the dude at the phone store said “It’s part of the deal, it’s FREE!!!”) and through my phone.

I’ve invested in a bluetooth keyboard to make writing physically less challenging (but that’s not addressing the lack of verbiage here).
I love you all <3 

Uses Time Wisely

[N] Needs Improvement.

I’ve read books. I’ve downloaded apps. I’ve manually written reminders both in lipstick and dry-erase.

Still let months go by without writing anything here. My apologies.

We didn’t do any travelling in May but had friends over for a weekend of fun and annoyances lol.

I was PLANNING on having a weekend getaway with the boys this month BUT my phone bricked. And I had a tooth to abcess, resulting in an entire weekend spent mostly asleep on pain meds. (gooood tiiiiimes) (Does it count as “vacation” if you don’t actually go anywhere and are in too much pain to move much? because that happened and NO I don’t count it NOR am I happy about it.)

And now I’m hungry and not all that much in the mood to cook.

So the throwback idea wasn’t so hot

Or not as originally conceived, anyway. I had planned to use the Throwback posts to call attention to older writings and maybe give me an opportunity to fill in details that I was too paranoid/depressed/mental to include. Or maybe to actually springboard from that idea to write.

Problem 1 – I bogged myself down in rules, only allowing myself to springboard off posts that were published “on that date”.

Problem 2 – I hit a depressed day or two here and there, which snowballed. Not the actual depression part, but the catching up.

The catching up is a genuine bitch.

Problem 3 – semantics. The plugin I found doesn’t actually generate a post from the data retrieved. It does send an email, but I still have to read the post, try and figure out WTF I was talking about if it’s obscured enough, etc.

All of which is a pain in the ass when you add in the junk from Problems #1 and #2.

And when the bonus insanities of day-to-day life are added in?

All this to say:

I’m workin’ onnit.

I’m sorry.

Please don’t worry, and/or drop an email if you DO get worried.

The boys’ first trip to the beach

This entry is part of 2 in the series Our Family Travels

It was about this time last year, and I needed to get away. Long weekend, short weekend, something anything. I requested a day off and got it, called a hotel and made some arrangements, and scooted across the state, beach bound.

The weather was supposed to be chilly but nice, in the high 60s and low 70s.

The title of this post is (unfortunately) correct. (Well, that D can remember. We had pictures of Baby Daniel on the beach in FL but they’re trapped in a non-functioning hard drive). I’ve never been able to afford both gas to drive across the state AND a hotel room at the same time. It just so happened that I’d saved my money, so I could FINALLY take them to the beach.


I picked the boys up from school early. D kept asking me “What’s going on??!!??” and J said “One of my classmates said we’re probably going to a funeral”

(Seriously? A funeral. What the….!!!!!!)

It took us a little over FOREVER to get to the beach. Hypnotizing highways called for loud music and sing-alongs. The weather was cooler than I’d expected, more cloudy and overcast. And yes, it rained on the way there.

We pulled into the hotel parking lot, checked in, and immediately scooted to the beach in the dark. Our hotel was right there at the pier, so we had that beauty to look at.


As Dan stepped onto the beach and took his shoes off, the universe sighed and decided to mess with the child. A flock of birds jumped into the air and turned themselves into (what he thought was) his personal kite. (And truthfully, it did seem they were flying just for him.) He laughed, and it was good.

But the weather, oh the weather. I’d obsessively watched it throughout the week hoping a squall would pass on by. Of course it didn’t; the temps stayed between 68-70F the whole time we were there


We went to the Carolina Beach State Park in search of Venus Flytraps. I grumpily realized we weren’t really prepared for a decent hike around the entire park (we didn’t bring sunscreen, hats, or enough water) but we took a short walk anyway. It was insanely too early for the Venus Flytraps, but the boys found this lovely in NOTIME.


Creatures fall in, but they don’t come out

We went to the Aquarium at Ft Fisher and THIS happened:


The rest of our time was spent in/around/by the ocean and generally relaxing.

The weather stayed cool the entire time we were there…..UNTIL we were loading up to leave. And of COURSE I couldn’t talk the boys into spending the day on the beach and THEN leaving, they were ready to go home NOW.