Crawling Out Of My She-Cave

Oh hello there sunlight!  I apologize for the absence, dear friends; I had a fallow, weepy week.  I had been ruminating on some big life stuff for quite a while, and all this introspection finally culminated ba-boom in a big heaping hormonal mess.  I couldn't sleep; I felt nauseous; I was snappish with the spawn and PVT.  Finally, Thursday I called in an emergency sitter; PVT and I needed to talk - and of course we talk best sans kids over non-nugget-like food in a cozy bistro filled with adult types.  Alas, our dinner was interrupted by a) my frequent tearful breakdowns; and b) the sitter calling us to say a kid had smashed a finger in the door.


Finally PVT and I talked, but not after I started multitasking while making dinner last night and mixed the lovely Caesar salad I was making with DOG FOOD.  Oh yes.  I did.  I should have taken a picture, but if I showed you dog food salad on the heels of stuff like this, you will never come back to this stomach-blowing blog again. 

So, while some things are up in the air, and some things are simply out of our control, I feel like PVT at least knows what's going on in my warped little universe.  And sometimes that makes all the difference in the world - knowing that the one you love the most is really hearing you.

So, you all, I feel like I'm BACK, and of course celebrated in typical MOI fashion by buying this ridiculous cake this morning at our church's "Chocolate Festival" (does your church have a Chocolate Festival?  Ah hah!  See, there's another reason to go Catholic!):

Now that's my kind of charity.