Fighting off Frumpy has always been a labor of love, but y'all? I'm pretty sure the electric company doesn't accept "alternative currencies." And as much as I love my blog, it pays zero bills. It couldn't even buy me a couple of (much-needed) cocktails. So like any working mom, I've had to go where the money is, which means I'm squeezing out the contents of my brain for other places that will give me a few cents of kickback in exchange for my efforts. Sigh.
BUT. I refuse to let this blog die a slow death from neglect. It's important to me, and it has helped me commemorate the crazy ridiculousness that is raising four children from scratch (like, remember this? Ugh). It served as a coping mechanism during the shit-soaked rollercoaster of my children's infant-and-toddlerhood, when I had to laugh or I'd cry. And now, it serves as a monument to motherhood, a funny and touching memory book that all of you have shared with me. I'm not going to give that up.
It might be more of a personal journal, like it was at the first - more a chronicle of my own life. I'll save the more widely relatable stuff for the paying markets. (*eye roll*) But I think that was my mistake in the first place ... trying to write things that appealed to everyone and getting away from my blogging roots, which were basically just me keeping an online journal that anyone could happen to read. That's what brought you here, and made this blog what it is, and that's what I'm gonna keep doing.
Anyway. Time for a quick update on the cast of characters that some of you have literally been following since birth. :)
- We moved to a very small town in Ohio. We've been here for a year next month. I like it (LOVE our neighborhood, thank goodness!) but it's still weird trying to get used to living in such a small place. I grew up in a small town, but it's been a long time since I've lived in one.
- Colin, our oldest, is now ELEVEN, y'all. Sixth grade. Skinny and big-footed and his voice is getting that scruffy edge to it that reminds me it's going to be deepening very very soon. We still struggle with his ADHD, although we're trying a new approach right now - online school here at home through a program called K12. The rest of the kids are still in public school and doing great, but Colin was having a lot of trouble concentrating and his grades were a disaster. He seems to be doing much better with this format so far, but it has only been a month, so we'll see if it continues.
- Cameron just turned nine and is smart and witty and outgoing and absolutely hilarious. The other day we went to our favorite Mexican restaurant, and when the waiter put the basket of chips in front of Cameron, Cameron said, "Excellent placement, Sir." That's just how he is, all the time.
- Coby is seven now. (Remember when he was born? Wasn't that, like, a year ago?!) He is into athletics and health and fitness. Much to my chagrin, he wants to enroll in all the sports that ever sportsed. I hate sports. But I love Coby. So, he's in basketball right now and will probably be in baseball and/or soccer during the spring. I'm officially a "sports mom." Did I mention I hate sports? Like, hate them?
- Corbin is four (remember when he was born? AGH!!) and in preschool. Here he is on his first day.
Isn't he ... precious?
This is what he used to do when you'd ask him to make "Spider-Man fingers." He isn't really that much of a juvenile delinquent. (At least not at this point.) In fact, he's a really good boy. He's definitely got a stubborn and bossy streak, but I guess that comes with the territory when you're the youngest. You've gotta make your mark somehow, right?
All right. Now that you're essentially up to speed, I'ma get off this computer and tend to my other responsibilities. I may have a "glamorous" job writing for major parenting sites, but these toilets aren't gonna scrub themselves.