Welcome back, welcome back, welcome baaaaaack
I don’t know why the Welcome Back Kotter theme song popped in my head, but it’s appropriate and you can thank me later for the earworm.
Well, that was a refreshing break. Seriously. The kids got everything they ever dreamed of and more for Christmas, played nicely with their new toys and each other, shockingly, and had an amazing time learning to ski. Josh already has everything he dreamed of and more — OBVIOUSLY — but we both had an amazing time watching the kids experience the magic of the holiday, attending a fancy dress-up event downtown and snowboarding in Breckenridge. For the first time in forever, we spent 30 consecutive days together thanks to our pre-Christmas beach vacation, him working from home and our post-holiday ski vacation. When he left for Michigan last night, I was sad. But not sad enough to miss his snoring.
Because I’ve been in vacation mode for the last three weeks, I had a lot of catching up to do today. Maeve and I hit three grocery stores, the bank, the post office and Target after dropping the big kids off at school this morning at 8:30. We walked back in the door at noon. Goldfish crackers go a long way toward making errands a pleasant experience, I find.
And you know I am procrastinating putting the $300 worth of groceries away if I am sitting on the couch blogging for the first time in weeks. My loss, your gain.
But I needed to pop in to tell y’all I am back in the saddle. I am geared up to write, to blog and to try and pretend I’m not obsessing about having my new memoir proposal officially on submission to publishing houses! Oh yes, big things are happening here at Chez Snarky, my friends. Let’s all think positive thoughts about this new little bundle of snarkiness and gush over how great and hilarious and life-changing my first book, BABY BUMPS, was — just in case any editors are coming over here to vet me.