…except I started the blog BECAUSE of the kids, so…
Today I started spring cleaning. Not on the house or yard, dear god no. No, Iʻm trying to tidy up all the frayed ends on my little bitʻoʻblog here. Iʻm also managing to avoid doing laundry (see? somethings NEVER EVER EVER change no matter how long a person (or blog) remains silent and unattended) and grocery shopping at the same time! Who says I canʻt manage my time! Har har har.
So…a little backtracking and updating (although Iʻm relatively positive that I will get severely off track in the next few sentences, so, you know, hang in there) seems in order today.
When we least heard from our intrepid heroine, she was anticipating a BIG MOVE from the Other Dakota. And where was that big move to? you may ask. (Or not, since the people most likely to read this are, well, already all caught up. Deal with it. Iʻm trying to regain my clever sense of wit and entertainingly caustic writing voice.) Well, dear casual reader, these days Washington state is where we hang our hat. (Yes, just the one. But itʻs a beat to shit cowboy hat worn by a real cowboy, so, you know, oneʻs all we need.) More on that later. (Washington, not the hat. But the hatʻs a pretty cool story, so that might make it in here at some point too.) Yes, weʻve moved it on up, or, over, to the West coast. Abandoned the small town life for the medium-sized city near some big cities life. There are restaurants, interesting shops, and more cultural opportunities than I can fit into my to-do list (who are we kidding-my to-do list is even more neglected than this blog. Itʻs really just a running joke at this point…as are so many things in my life.) And itʻs good. I like it here. The Kidlettes like it here. The Husband likes it here. And it actually feels like home. But donʻt worry, dear casual reader, all the acerbic wit (not to be confused with ascorbic wit; thatʻs just snarky orange juice) of my previous posts (which, again, were damn clever and entertaining!) will be flowing freely any time now.
In addition to the BIG MOVE, The Kidlettes have also continued to grow. Like goddamn weeds. Theyʻre still adorable (although since the adult teeth have come in, slightly less so), still crazy smart (if sorely lacking in common sense and occasionally balance), and still HI-larious upon occasion. The Girl is now in fourth grade, and every year I realize just how good we had it in small town Other Dakota with the schools. (Again, more on that later. LOTS more.) Sheʻs still as blonde as ever, and still has no visible eyebrows.
The Boy is in second grade this year. His crazy adorable (if slightly girly) curly hair has been gone for years now, owing to a self-shearing with safety scissors (strangely similar to his sisterʻs own self-shearing). He aspires to have hair like Calvin. Or Elvis. But mostly it just looks like unintended bed-head (not to be confused with the intended bed-head look, which takes hours to achieve). He does, however, have visible eyebrows, so heʻs one up on his sister there.
And me? What about me, you ask? Status quo babies, status quo. Still fighting the good (if futile) fight against dirty socks, still marveling at the rapid breeding patterns of dirty glasses, forks, and spoons, and still shaking my fists at the immense power of entropy that continues to, well, exist.
But for now, itʻs time to face the music and go out in search of milk. And bread. (And cheese, oh my!) So itʻs off to find pants. If Iʻm lucky, Iʻll find the ones with the wit in the pockets….