Last week I had a dream that my hubby & I were making love while Morgan Freeman narrated it. The week before I dreamed that Odd Future came out of my attic, burglarized our home, and did a mixtape about it.
I figured it was time to write again.
The leaves have turned and the sun no longer overstays it's welcome. Our summer's dead y'all. And maybe that's for the best. As for my summer there were no palm trees and white sandy beaches. There was no fireworks on the vineyard or a smiley faced mice hanging out near Cinderella's Castle. Nope.
There was me avoiding a lay off when my entire department was let go in another office. There was me training my new manager and co-workers. There was my new manager being diagnosed with not one but two forms of cancer.
There was Dat Dood falling on his face at preschool pushing his front tooth up in his gums. There still is several dental bills. There was a horrible tampon pool incident (don't ask, I won't tell). There was an ant invasion that quite frankly I'm still recovering from. There were phone calls from the principal and guidance counselor at Dood's new school to discuss tantrums and transitions. There was us telling them to figure him out just like we had to (gosh it's only Kindergarten).
There was the beautiful Saturday morning when I took the kids to breakfast, did a little grocery shopping, got the car washed, an oil change, and gassed it up only to have the transmission fail once we got home. There was me having a silent memorial for our car's Bose stereo system (damn I'm gonna miss listening to music in that car). There was my husband wheeling and dealing his way into a new car using our beautiful piece of shyt as a trade in.
There was an earthquake, a hurricane, power outages, and floods. There was a Throne to Watch, i.e. Jay & Bey's baby. A Destiny's Child for sure.
As I predicted life went on whether I wrote anything or not. I admit I miss this space. I miss all of you. So we'll see out this goes. Good thing is I'm not dead...I'm just living...well...kinda.
