eatthefrostingfirst

Sometimes I cannot believe I'm a grown up. Like I am the person who makes medical decisions for my family. I am the person who is in charge of the two younger humans in my household. MIND BLOWING. I realize I am 51 years old so this totally qualifies me as an adult but I don't often (read: ever) feel like one. Except when I have a killer migraine (which I do) (and realize I should not be in front of a computer) (but I have things to say) (like telling you about what led to my killer migraine) So I awake early to bring Wilsey (our beloved 8 year old goldendoodle) to the vet for her surgery. For those not following along my dog has cancer. It's a bad title for a bad joke because of course my dog has cancer. I get it twice so clearly it's going to keep on giving somehow. They had thought it was a carcinoma but turns out it's sarcoma (for those fluent in the oncology world- sarcoma is worse in this case) They had to amputate her toe and we are hoping it ...

This is it. End of summer. Honestly I start marking end of summer August 1st because it flies so quickly after that. I've tried desperately to hold on to it but the calendar and father time are not playing well with others. So here we have it Almost September. If you are a parent, you probably mark the start of the year in September like I do (January 1st as far as I'm concerned is just the beginning of the calendar) So, new years is here. Soon the yellow buses will be crowding our streets once again. When my kids were little I wrote a piece for SCARY MOMMY and got reamed (I mean reamed) out by other parents who did not understand my native tongue of sarcasm. I was hung out to dry by the perfect parents calling me an alcoholic when I talked about a need for a drink the day school let out. Told I didn't deserve to have children by the perfect peeps when I said I was tired of listening to my kid say "mommy watch me" after the 100th time. Thankfull...