I'm here. Just dealing with the hormones of a twelve year old AND the hormones of a forty-six year old. Let me tell you, the two do not mix well!
In lieu of writing, I give you pictures.
It's mud season here, don'tcha know! That means mountains of laundry! Daily!
Spring cleaning the bedrooms. One down, one to go. I'm not holding my breath on the second one. He sleeps with piles of clothes on his bed...yes mom, I know it sounds familiar!
Sewing disasters! My home-ec (do they even call it that anymore?) teacher would be so disappointed.
But wait, I was able to sew four straight lines to make this nifty little bag.
We are all trying to eat healthier around here, including the big, big guy! Pretend you don't see the Ranch dressing on the salad.
Finally, Spring is making a very slow return in the Northeast. Although, yesterday we had the return of the Mallard duck couple and the peepers provided us a symphony to listen to while fading to sleep.
Will be back when all the hormones settle back down. Who knows when that will be!