So my folks were here, briefly, and my father mentioned no fewer than three times that he was going to check my blog to see if I’d written. “Um, I don’t really write much anymore,” I said, as if he didn’t already know that.
“Yeah, but how will I know what’s happening in your life?” he said.
“It’s terrible,” added Otto, never one to shy away from ganging up on me with my dad. “I used to be able to check the blog before I came home to find out what I’d done that day or to know if I should be worried about something. Now I just have to GUESS.”
I waved them off. Whatever.
A day later, Chickadee cornered me. “Hey,” she said, “why DON’T you write anymore?”
She’s a visual learner, so I made her a diagram to explain.
Now you know, too.
I miss you.
Yeah, I miss you, too.
Sorry. I may have snorted a little too hard at the diagram. I only have one teen, but I so get it.
Must have been a Freudian slip, I read that as “diaphragm!” We all miss you and you need to take care of you first. When I say that I mean please write soon. P.S. You’re pretty.
I miss reading your wonderful posts
I fourth or fifth the missing of your great words!
I think that two teenagers is a perfectly valid excuse for not blogging every moment of ones existence. I recommend wine. For you. Not them.
Yay! Now I can go home …
-otto
I also miss your wonderful words, lady Mir. :)
GENIUS. That’s ages 11-21 in an almost literal nutshell.
Yep. That just about sums it up here, too.
But I’m confused. That almost makes is sound like you care more about THEM and THEIR physical and emotional needs than US and OUR NEEDS.
Nah, that can’t be it.
<3
This made me LOL. Thank you!
I miss your words too.
I totally get it, and although I honestly miss reading your blog because I can so related to it, I understand. We all do. Take care of you, and we’ll be here when you have a minute!
While I understand, I too grieve your writing has diminished.
My gosh that was both incredibly hilarious and hit oh-so-close-to-home.
Thanks for the chuckle.
Also, I would really like a pet unicorn. If only for a day or two.
Wait… Did I actually have a choice between raising teenagers and Unicorns?… there was another option??…
Miss you too, Mir. Sometimes it’s therapeutic to share your life with others.. and sometimes, it just ain’t.
But how will I raise my own teenagers without your model?!?
Baby come back
Any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you (and your kids, dogs and Otto)
Baby come back
You can blame it all (on your kids, dogs and Otto)
Cause we’re alone and we just can’t live without you….
I’m sure I just broke a dozen copyright infringement laws. Please don’t make me go to jail in vain.
And I miss your Dad as well!!!
I miss your writing here, but I hope that you are still writing for you!