Little Bit informed me this morning that she bit my husband's big toe (through the blankets, thankfully) and it got me to thinking...after I was completely grossed out of course. Life sometimes give you a big ass chomp on your toe and then what? You whine and cry and bitch a little and then you move on because really, who wants to sit around holding their toe all damn day?
Life bit the hell out of my toe.
I won't bore you with the gory details, instead I will share the sunshine that peeked through the clouds. Since being bitten, I have re-discovered that I enjoy spending time at home, cleaning, cooking, organizing. It's funny, I had forgotten that I really enjoy those things, they had just become one more chore in the chaos of everyday life. I have also re-gained time to go to school and finally finish that degree...I'm so close (3 classes!!!). I can return to work in Little Bit's classroom and make a general nuisance of myself with my Jr. Higher. I can have lunch with my girlfriends. I can blog. I can breathe.
Ahh... that's nice.
So, sorry about abandoning you in the recent months. I can't promise I won't do it again but if I do it will be because I am doing something fun, selfish, fulfilling, pointless...you get the picture.
In the eternal words of Wayne and Garth, "Game on!"