So, we’ve made it past the half-way mark in NaBloPoMo, and I’ve faithfully blogged every day so far this month. Despite my previous verbosity in this blog, it’s been harder than I’ve thought. I guess because before I blogged because I was feeling chatty and now I’m blogging because I think I have to blog. Still, I know I can IthinkIcanIthinkIcan so I’m going to keep going with this. More than half-way there, after all.
What’s left to write about? There are a few things I’d like to address, and a few items on my bloggy to-do list.
I do still need to reply to Cloudscome’s very kind tagging me on the Eight Random Things About Me meme. I don’t know why I’m having a difficult time with that one. Of course, there are eight random things about me, or should be, that I can list. I just want them to be somewhat interesting things that I maybe haven’t mentioned before. *shrug* But I want to get to that, and soon.
Today, as many of you know, is National Adoption Day. Would I like more children in foster care to find their way into permanent families? Of course. Do I also acknowledge how painful this day can be for families who have experienced loss(es) due to adoption? Of course. [feel free to leave me links if you find other relevant posts.]
It’s also Jenna’s son Nicholas’ second birthday. Happy Birthday, Nick!!
Are we going to “celebrate” National Adoption Day? Well, no.
Instead, we’re going to celebrate Nate’s 6th birthday, once again, by having his kids’ birthday party at the overstimulating Chuck E Cheese. God help me. Or, more like it: Got Valium?
About 16, 17 mostly 5-6-year-olds running around playing games and screaming in a kind of neon lit-up LOUD, deafening-loud-I-mean, huge game room with a large rat running around dancing with the kids. With pizza. And cake. And gifts.
Heaven for kids. Headache Central for parents. THIS. IS. LOVE.
Yeah. So, no, we’re not celebrating National Adoption Day. Not that we would otherwise. We’re more like selling our souls to Chuck E. Cheese today. We’re going to need a stay on either the 4th floor of THAT hospital or the 6th floor of THE OTHER hospital after today due to the Huge Rat. Sorry, Mouse. They’re all the same to me.
Oops, sorry. Diversity challenged in the rodent world.
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So, I’ll just wish you all a Happy Day. Not a Happy [anything] Day. Just a Happy Day.
And hoping that I’ll score me some Valium or Xanax.
Heh.
