Thanks to everybody who voted for me or at least thought about voting for me in the 2015 Bloggies.
You can hear the winners announced live on the Bloggies' Twitter feed and Facebook page from 8-10:30 PM EST Sunday night, or you can just assume the outcome from the excessive bragging or awkward silence on my blog Monday morning.
In a recent Twilight Zone moment, my 8-year-old said to me, "Mom, I'm glad you let us play on the iPad but not too much." I just stared at her dumbfounded, thinking, Who are you and why are you inhabiting a child's body?
I'm pretty sure at 8 years old, my dream day would've been eating Lucky Charms for every meal and watching 10 straight hours of Animaniacs. Moderation was for old people.
It's been a month since joining Twitter and the verdict is: I like it. I never thought I'd be saying that about any social media, but I like having mini-conversations with other bloggers I admire:
You know the kind of day when you're exhausted and the kids aren't listening and your husband is working late and it's 6:30 PM but you still don't know what you're having for dinner?
Well, I was having that day and my 3-year-old told me to "be happy."
I was still grumpy, so I asked her, "What if I don't feel like being happy?" (I know, I'm so mature.)
"Drink water," she advised.
My 8-year-old is memorizing her times tables at school. Every day, she does a page of multiplication problems for me to sign and correct.
Not only does correcting get old (some days, I admit to just glancing at it and marking them all right as long as I don't see any letters or irrelevant doodles instead of numbers,) but this week is times 12, and that's a problem for me.
When I was in school, I only needed to memorize my times tables up to 10. Meaning that I don't know off the top of my head what 11 x 12 is.
So actually correcting this requires me to do math in my head. At the end of a long day. While I'm also trying to cook dinner, monitor piano practice, keep the baby from knocking over the Lego tower, and wipe someone's behind in the bathroom. Sure, no problem. Anything else you want me to do? Levitate, perhaps?
Technically, March 20th was the first day of spring. But for me, it isn't really spring until I've had my annual garage freakout.
All winter, we've just been tossing stuff in the garage, averting our eyes, and running inside before we freeze to death. On top of that disorganized mess, there are the sleds, scooters, and balls my kids have dragged out and strewn everywhere over the last 4 months.
With the nicer weather on Thursday, I stood in the garage surveying the carnage for a good 30 seconds, then spent the next hour Googling 'garage organization' and muttering to myself.
I'm not even going to show you a picture of our garage because it'd either (a) make your screen explode, or (b) cause permanent ocular damage.
You know what? Fine.
|AAAGH! MY EYES!|
I hope you're happy.