Yes, I Do Still Blog

It's just that I am very tired lately. With Curly back at work, that means getting out of bed alot earlier than I'd prefer and with The Guy working until 7:00pm three days a week that doesn't leave me much time for this wonderful creative outlet. Heck, I haven't even had a bath since the move to this house. I did get some sort of cleansing in the back yard for all the world to see. Talk about humiliating. I'm a dog. I'm supposed to lick my own tail, er nubbin', clean and she stands me out in the yard and caresses me while using a pink bottle of Herbal Essence. I was already neutered once, what else can she do to me? Oh yeah, and there was that time that Curly had the worst idea she's ever had when she tried to give me a shower. We won't go into that since I'm still suffering the effects of PTSD. But no, really, I haven't even had time to bathe (appropriately) in the last 5 months (really - I don't stink. Really.).

As busy as I am and Curly still has time to come home and whine about giving up her prep period and teaching four blocks every day. She needs to just suck it up. It was her choice and from what I can tell, she has good classes, so what is there to complain about? So what if she's at school before 7:00am each morning and has kids there before school and during lunch getting help. And don't get me started about finishing up the basement. It's not like she had to put up drywall, paint, put up trim, replace stairs, and patch the walls. So what if she has to have all the details finished in the next week, including painting the (very high) stairwell, so that the carpet can be laid.

So what is Curly whining about? Look at what I do around here (especially this week - I have to be a good host for Morgan), and yet I still found time to write this blog post. As soon as my life gets a little more back to normal I'll be posting more. Now I'm off to edit more pictures of The Infant and figure out new ways to open the French doors.