I have become one of those......

you know..one of those bloggers, who drop off the face of the earth, stop blogging and leave people hanging. Although I am quite sure that i only have one or MAYBE 2 followers- I thought that I was blogging for my own sanity, and for my children to read later on so that they can REALLY know what their mamma was thinking when they were little and they were all in my way when I was trying to do my homework, or cook, or house work and yelling at them at the same time to "get out of my kitchen, let ,me do my homework, do YOUR homework, for the love of god EAT your food, or my personal fave these days... please please just POOP in the potty. " Somehow these last few months I have lost myself. Only to find myself buried in my school work, J's school work, P entering Pre-K, Wy going through seperation anxiety of P entering Pre-k, trying to spend time with the family while trying to balance working midnights and school, balancing the friends that understand that I have a ummm exscuse the language "shitload" of well...shit going on, and the friends who don't get it and choose to call me out on it, oh yeah throw in a traditional naming ceremony for both J and I in this summer, a 23 hr drive to Wisconsin, and oh yeah... a almost 5 yr old who still will not SHIT in the potty and you have yourself a very available Chrissi.
A Chrissi who for the first time in 3 years actually WENT to a salon to get her hair cut in a very stylish short, stacked bob {yes it was 20 inches that was donated to locks of love...thank you very much} a Chrissi who for the first time in 3 years WENT BACK to the salon 4 weeks later to get said hair cut trimmed and flat ironed and who bought products from the Salon to keep her hair that way. This is a Chrissi who is going to Boston this week for a conference for work that while I am sad to leave my three little fledgling with their daddy and worried that he might be able to handle it.... well.. he will just have to deal. and when he mentioned to me today that he was sad that I would not be able to go to his 20th highschool reunion this week, I almost laughed at him... I mean SERIOUSLY? you gofishing, hunting, play your music... blah blah and I get what? to go to work and school... yeah I feel bad for YOU. So yea I am excited about going to a conference for 2 days in Boston without you... and without the kids.... and I won't be back in time for you to show off your gloriously fat wife to all your buddies at Marshall? Awwwww... I am devestated~!!!! Oh you have to figure out what to do with the kids and who will watch them so you can take your ass to see people that you haven't seen in 20 years and probably are fat too? again... so sad... I met one of your highshool buddies last year rememeber? we went to some club, I met him and his sister, talked to him about things I didnt even find interesting and then we had to go find him in a van while he smoked up to tell him good bye.... good times man...good times......
Hell I didn't e ven go to MY 10th class reunion... why would I want to take myself to yours? But ok... if it makes you feel better that I act all sad and dismayed that my flight won't get back into Dulles until `1145 and I will miss the tour of the school, the big ol Marshall Football game, and the happy hour? yeah,..... lets roll with that.... I can play that game........