Pecked by Ducks

Did you miss me? I know, I know, it has been almost 2 months, but I totally missed you!

I wish I could say that I have a good reason, like I got a non -virtual job, or that I wrote a book, or became a lvl 70 WoW Hunter and conquered all of Azeroth. But no. I have just been lame. Bumming around trying to figure out what the heck I want to be when I grow up.

Our family has transitioned to a new au pair, we have gotten through Halloween and the NC state fair, we voted in a historic election in which literally our votes helped change our state from red to blue, and we are thinking about pulling Max out of preschool. All without telling you about it. It sort of feels weird.

So many things I’ve wanted to tell you about and catch you up on, but I’ve been too busy watching remake bombs on TV like Knight Rider. I know, total cheesy schlock. I mean seriously if the Hoff could pull it off 20+ years ago, what’s wrong with the writers/actors today? Okay, and really… how bad is it, if I admit that no matter how terrible the show is, just hearing the theme music kind of made me tingly in all my pink parts?

Seriously though, almost every day something happens that I want to blog, share, laugh, cry, get off my chest. So why then, have I been avoiding you?

Dunno. Maybe I have been avoiding me? If I have to tell you, then I can’t keep existing in this state of suspended animation. Maybe I think that if I hold very still, I can pretend that our economy isn’t in the toilet, that not being able to find a job isn’t actually going to start negatively effecting our family finances, that I am not going to have to stop wearing pajamas soon. Today even. Maybe. Ya think?

So I really did not mean to get all deep on you today. Really, I just wanted to say hi, I’m back, I’m rejoining the hustle and bustle, and in the days to come I am going to be catching you up on all of our Karen’s crazy family happenings.

To give you a little preview, a couple of weeks ago Judd and I were lingering at the table over dinner. Quinn was not in visual proximity, but Max was doing the, gotta pee, dance.

Me: “Max honey, go potty.”
Me: “Max… go now.”
Me: “Max! Right now!” Finally he headed for the ½ bath on the first floor, when we hear…
Quinn: “Max! I need some privacy!” Ooops, now we knew where Quinn was, dropping some boys off at the pool.
Me:”Max, go use the upstairs potty.” Silence…. Then…
Quinn: “Mooooommmmy! Max just peed on my butt.” I know, you are getting the same visual I did right?

We are bad, bad parents.

Okay, not as bad as we could have been. We did manage to contain the hysterical guffawing to some semi-noiseless snorting, and we were able to get it under control fast enough to have straight faces when we explained to Max that no, he couldn’t use the same potty as someone else and yes, even if it looks like there is a big enough hole behind where Quinn is sitting.

Max apologized to Quinn for accidentally peeing on his butt, no you do not need to kiss it, and those little mini-wipe-boxes of unscented, flushable wipes? They are literally my new best friend.

So goes a day in the life. Welcome back me. Hello again to you, and I am looking forward to catching up with all y’all.

♥ Karen