Oh where oh where has my little blog gone?

I'm stuck. Hardcore stuck. I don't know if it's BOLO letdown, or summer laziness (it is sort of too hot to sustain life today) or something in the water. Wait, it's Wednesday, I can post pictures! No, no, no, that would be bad. I have a feeling that if I don't write something today I might be done forever (yes, clearly I'm feeling reasonable and stable and not at ALL prone to ridiculous, dramatic, ultimatum-like statements). I'll post pictures tomorrow.

Eve is in tennis camp this week. Okay, one picture because she looks freaking cute:



I was ready for her to be in camp. We've had two weeks of extreme Mother-Daughter togetherness, with Angus playing baseball or practicing baseball or hiding in the basement resting up for more baseball, and it's been great, but I have an assignment due tomorrow and the coinciding of tennis camp with a couple of morning ball practices meant I could get to the gym a couple of times this week and basically, it was all going to be good. Which it is, mostly. Except I'm having this stupid little thing when I drop her off in the mornings. I'm not a morning person. I drop them off at school looking like I just rolled out of bed, because, well... I drop her off at camp looking the same, and walking past the mothers all dressed and coiffed for work is giving me some kind of mental cramp. I don't know why. There are other mothers who show up in capris and tank tops. Not one of the well-dressed moms has given me any kind of look other than a smile (lest anyone be confused about the fact that this is ALL in my diseased little brain).

I run through it all again. Last week my husband was in California. This week he's in Maryland. In the fall he'll be in Asia again. This is what works for our family. This is what works for me. If I really need a project, I can play the damn piano more, or sort through the shit-ton of baby clothes, children's art and various other detritus in my basement. I could even shower and dress up to drop off my kid at camp (yeah, that wouldn't make me feel at all stupid. Maybe I could make a fake work badge too!).

You'd think, having just read and wholeheartedly agreed with this post, and having just had two fantastic weeks of summer vacation with my kids (and one with my best friend) that have only confirmed that I love being a stay at home Mom, that I would have some kind of immunity to this kind of bullshit. You know in the middle of that song Forget You where Gwyneth Paltrow wails 'whyyyyy' in that horrible screeching-cat voice? That sort of says it for me.

I did make it to the gym after dropping her off yesterday. I did weights and the hill workout on the treadmill, and really enjoyed it. So yeah, I might as well just face it - NOTHING's normal this week.