Just really, really tired
I'm feeling a lot like this chair, people. Fried and definitely exhausted. Easter weekend got mashed together with the 16-year-old's birthday and visits with family. Lots and lots of family. Then I find out on Sunday morning that my blog is totally FUBAR and it was only with the help of kindly Dr. Chris Cactus that I was able to salvage 109 post, many of which I had grown rather fond and some of which I was actually proud.
For awhile I suspected that Tom Cruis-azy had summoned his Scientology minions to screw with the inner mechanics of my blog in response to my post of last week, but I've since shaken off that notion. Things are mostly back to normal and I'm very grateful. In the meantime, check out Chris' blog with pictures of his daughter, Mia in her new Easter dress. Warning all females: Simply gazing upon her gorgeosity might cause you to ovulate without meaning to. Take this into consideration before beholding her cherubic face.
In the meantime, I'm trying to rebuild my blogroll (no small feat) and if you were listed on it before you'll most likely be on it again. It'll happen eventually. Remember, patience is a virtue, although impatience has often worked just as well for me.
I wish this post could be more...uh...meaningful. April and May always make me feel as though I'm a fish inside a pitcher of water that's being slowly poured out. I'm clinging to the last little bit of fluid in the pitcher...trying hard not to get spilled out before I'm ready. But I can't seem to keep it from happening. Summer is on the way and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
Very little of the chaos that is enveloping Half House these days has anything to do with me personally, but the stuff that is mine is lost under a big pile of papers that need to be signed or delivered somewhere or filed away. Appointments for check-ups, schedules for next year, AP exams, the youngest son's birthday, Eagle Scout project for the oldest boy, college applications, art supplies ordered for me and lessons devised for cancer camp...the list seems endless. Your life is probably the same...just made up of different ingredients than mine.
What looms ahead a year from now for us is the prospect of the oldest son leaving for college and I would be less than truthful if I said that the anticipation of his absence hasn't cast a dark shadow here. Time seems compelled to move us forward to that point where we load up the car and drive him to some campus where we eventually return without him. Lately, Mr. Half and I see little boys running around and we're immediately reminded of when ours were small. If you look up the term "bittersweet" in the dictionary, I'm sure you'll find a picture of parents waving goodbye to each tiny moment of their kids' lives that won't come back again.
Here's a few of the things I miss already:
"I'm giving up gum and candy for Mardis Gras" (Lent)
"fink you" (thank you)
"do-see-do" (grocery store)
"I'm pine" (fine)
"fruit throw-ups" (fruit roll-ups)
"pee-wee yogurt" (kiwi yogurt)