Back to the Grind

“Mom, what time did you have Puberty?”  Little A asks in every bit of seriousness as she muster, being 1o and all. 

  The trouble was, we were not at home when she asked.

  We were in a public bathroom with echo-ey walls, and inside a car dealership no less

    This is how things have gone since I got home. 

The gurlz must have saved all their embarrassing questions for their mom.   

 Tommorrow is work.  Work is tommorrow.  Maybe that’s why I am fighting sleep right now.  I’m in denial!

lol.   I had the best time on vacation and since then I have enough pictures to post one everyday for the rest of the year!  (but I won’t)  I’ll spare you.

  I’m just so happy.  Doug held the house up.  I came home to a tidy home, everything in order, and a new respect for family.  I’m rested and ready for work.

  Maybe it won’t be so “grind-ish” after all.