Yes -- the blog was lost in life's rinse cycle. The Matron actually forgot that she had an online life, so out of breath was she, keeping up with the calendar.
But now, she reminds herself that when she returned to the blog, she relieved herself from narrative perfection. In other words, sometimes it might be okay to just ramble or vent - instead of perfected prose.
The reasons last week was a bust?
First: three children in three different schools. That would be enough to fell any parent, all that driving and scheduling. But in this household, it meant two children on Spring Break. Ah! Spring Break in Minnesota!! This basically was all about 20 degrees and an equal amount of snow. Today? 10 inches. So the Matron is navigating the psychological terrain of the high school senior on a 'vacation,' which meant for him boatloads of homework and as many job hours as possible; she is trying to entertain an 11 year old whose best friends are all on holiday somewhere warmer; she continues to rise at 5:30 am with the 15 year old whose break doesn't align; and she still has that pesky full-time job (er, 'career').
Financial aid packages arrived this week for the eldest. Look for more upcoming in College Chronicles, but in sum, it means hard, hard and painful choices. The Matron has baked a lot of cookies.
Wednesday, a cement truck tied itself to the Matron's limbs. Somewhere, the Universe said: let's give up, honey. Rest. There is nothing like the bona fide, horrific flu to make a person appreciate waking up in the morning. Yours truly might be on the tail end. This is day three. There is no fever but that pesky cement truck remains anchored. At the moment, she is mindlessly watching Captain Phillips with Merrick and dear husband, a hint of the future to come (older two out, out, out, and living their own lives).
So a note as Horton and his Who. Not very active, but "we're here, we're here, we're here."
