Happy Hour

The novelty of Will being in Vegas has worn off.
At first it seemed just fine. "You go, honey!  I went in February!  Vegas is no big whoop! It's like Uptown with a lot more lights (kind of), or a big cruise ship with no water! I've got a sitter for Saturday night! It's not at all like the last time you went when I was pregnant and stuck at home, fat and sober!"
Now, however, it's day 2, and 35 degrees on MAY 1.  Keegan is sick of his sister taking his Star Wars toys, and I am sick of listening to him whine about it.  Maren is  putting  every little piece of whatever is on the ground into her mouth, thus reminding me how dirty my floor is, even though I just got it cleaned..grrr..I am ready for Will to come home. Can a person go to Vegas for one day?  Yes. If you are Courtney Kardashian and have your own jet. Never mind.
So, I opened a bottle of Pinot Noir, and I am ordering pizza for my son.  Keegan retreated to the basement where Maren can't get his "stuff wet" and Maren is simultaneously chewing on an old envelope and pulling herself up on the kitchen chairs. Annnnd now she's stuck..annnd now she's fussing...annnd now I just pushed her down and she's fine.  :)
Sip.
I have never been so tired in my entire life.  And I am not bitching, I am just stating a fact.  I have very busy children, and I am not exactly sure how this is going to change when they are 12 and 15. I mean, I can only foresee that when they are BOTH walking and talking and attending school, it is not going to be less busy. It's not like kids slowww down.  So, I think I just have to be thankful for energy, because most of the time, I seem to have enough. Or maybe I should thank caffeine.
Sip.
Recently, the Dali Lama started reading my blog because I got a comment on my last blog: "Don't Skin a Bear and then Try to Stuff It Before It's Dead".  Well, that wasn't exactly the quote, but it was close, and I knew immediately that if someone was commenting like THAT on one of my blogs it HAD to be HIM!  So I deleted the post, because I am guessing the message was that he didn't approve.  Let's be honest, I got scared.
Sip.
Right after I deleted it, I got laryngitis.
Guess what?
The psychosomatic reason for losing your voice is not being heard. Hmmm..Putting two and two together, I decided that either the Dali Lama had put a curse on me, orrrr  I shouldn't stop speaking my mind. I am going with number 2.
So from now on, I am not holding back. I know this is a shock.
Sip.
I miss my husband.
Sip. Sip.

That is all I have time to write because Keegan can't open the baby gate by himself, and he is hollering to be let back upstairs, and Maren just found a plastic Target bag to play with. I am sure that isn't okay.
Sip. Sip. Sip. Sip. Sip.