Tuesday, May 13, 2008

"I'm standin' at the great abyss of love...

... and I'm teeterin'!"

I've had a pleasant vacation away from the blog, and it made me think, I could SO do without this. But every time I think, "That's it, I'm gonna simplify my life and not spend so much time online" (which always includes blog death, blog shelving, blog Roundup spray, blog gag, or blog straightjacket), something happens that makes me think, "OK, I can't quit yet." It's like getting a sign from above, and it's frustrating.

So how was your Mother's Day, now that you've had some time to recuperate from breakfast in bed? Mine was very nice - spent with my mother and grandmother, but away from my babies and my two little boys singing to me from the front of the chapel with the rest of the Primary kids. That was a bit sad, but Melanie graduated (with high honors) from her college and I thought, as long as I'm home for the rest of the Mother's Days, I can miss one to see something special happen to my sister. We are all very proud of her.

The rest of the trip was mostly good and very interesting. I realized how easily bloated I get without enough water or walking during the day; how much I miss being the able-bodied adult I usually am, complete with autonomy and decision-making ability; how cranky I am when I've gone without sleep and SOMEone wants to play three back-to-back games of Cranium; how hard it is to pantomime "Berlin Wall" so that my mother will guess what it is; and how hard it is to be without my husband for (among other things) venting purposes... how accustomed I am to, basically, running my own life without my family around and Hubby and I being able to do pretty much whatever we want, whenever we want.

On the upside, we laughed a lot and everyone got along surprisingly well. Sure, it's been almost twenty years since my parents' divorce, but with this group, you don't assume ANYTHING. Happily, there were no hospital visits, emotional blowups, people going hungry for any length of time, maimed or hurt animals, hysterical crying over the offer of a paid-for medical transcription course, or peed pants.

I'm ready to go home on the train tomorrow, I know where our tickets are, I have two Perkins restaurant muffins packed for the trip (we leave at 5:00 AM), and since I'm coming away with much more than I left home with, I'm about to go in the bedroom and see what kind of packing miracle I can work with my suitcases. Have a lovely evening.