Hello everyone! Tis I: Karen The WRINKLED RAG!
USED UP AND DEPLETED!
I have returned from my FAMILY VACATION!
I have a lot to chat about, and I know how you guys get all annoyed when I can't keep it brief, so once again, I will divide my family vacay post up into short "bathroom reading" segments, like all the best bathroom reading books and magazines do. I do this because I lurv you. But, you know that.
First of All: A Welcome!
Everyone, before I went on vacation, my super fun friend Mark let me stink up his joint. That sounds crude. He let me do a guest post on his blog. It's funny too, because while Mark is hilarious, he's also far more mature than I am, and it's kind of like my blog is the Value Village to his Pottery Barn.
Anyhoo, I gained several lovely new friends from visiting Mark's blog, and then I immediately went on vacation, and I didn't get to say hello, or welcome, or here, have a butter tart square. So to my new friends, welcome. I can be very funny. I can also be a major drag. You've been warned.
Ask Lizbeth. She Knows
Do you know my friend Lizbeth at Four Sea Stars? We both have kids. She has more. But...she has a son, as I have a son. My son is somewhere vaguely on the Autism Spectrum, and her son has Aspergers. Maybe my son has Aspergers. Whatever. They are about the same age, and damn if Lizbeth and I haven't lived a LOT of the same frustrations and daily melt-downs and freak-outs.
This is not to say this is ALL our sons do (melt down and freak out), but this means that a family vacation is a TOTAL F*CKING CONTRADICTION IN TERMS. Family vacation. Pppft. This means that even though our kids are excited for summer time family fun, there will be plenty of angst and strife and tears and screaming, and maybe some good old fashioned US getting pummeled by THEM because, say, Jack was away from his routine and away from his COMPUTER all week.
So, when I wrote my last glib little post about "oh, I'm all sugar plums an smiles I'm going on vacation!" Lizbeth said this: