Rex, Rocky, Vivi, and Billy                                                                            

Blah Blah Who Wants To Hear About Some Random Shit?

Blah Blah Who Wants To Hear About Some Random Shit?

Okay, it’s that time of the week again where I run through some stuff and babble on about nothing.  Lucky you!

First of all, I am sure you are all dying to know how the first week of preschool went.  Well, lemme tell ya, it SUCKKKKKKKKKKKED.  Not the school, the school is great.  The teachers are wonderful and the program is awesome, but leaving Rex clinging to me for dear life sobbing while telling me “Mommy, please don’t leave me here. Stay with me.  I want to go back home.” just about killed me.  Monday morning I called soon after I left.  The head of the school was super nice and assured me that Rex was fine.  I didn’t want to be that crazy mom calling on the first day, but what the fuck, there I was.  Wednesday morning brought more hysteria and the same head of the school spotted me crying in the parking lot.  She came over and gave me a pep talk, and then she called me twenty minutes later with a wonderful update about his morning feeding the pigs breakfast and sharing popcorn with his friends.  I know he a bipolar toddler who rallies moments after I leave and heads straight to happytown, but ughhhhhhh, come on, Rex! And he is super happy when I pick him up.  There is no sad talk or reminiscing about his separation meltdown.  He is happy as can be, like he hadn’t ripped my heart out of my body and stomped on it hours earlier.  So now that I know the drill, this should be easier, right?  Even if he cries he will quickly switch gears, feed the pigs, grow a pair, and have a happy little toddlerday so what’s the big deal?  I don’t fucking know.  But I do know that I dreading Monday morning. They (who?) say it will get easier for both of us.  I really hope that’s true.

In other news, I went to Adele last week.  I wasn’t really sure what to expect, given that I am more of a #belieber myself. 

When it comes to concerts I am big into backup dancers, costume changes, indoor rain, motorcycles riding through the sky (miley2014)—you feel me?  Adele was nunna that.  No gimmicks. No costume changes.  (There was some indoor rain because, come on) It was truly only about her voice.  Her insane, unreal, makesyouwannacry voice.  At one point she introduced a song that she wrote about her son and said something along the lines of, “everyone should be lucky enough to love another human being as much as I love him”—so you can imagine how I handled that after #preschoolgate.  Whatever, what’s one more public cry anyway? So, yeah.  If you have the opportunity to go see her, do it.

I feel like transitional sentences are weird, right? Like if it doesn’t flow or make sense, sue me.  So, come with me over here…

When Britt and I went from joking about starting a blog to talking about actually doing it, I anticipated and worried about a few things.  What if the boys grow up and feel like I breached their privacy? What if my mother in law/grandmother/parent’s friends are offended by my sarcasm, swearing, and envelope-pushing?  What if I look like a self-righteous idiot who takes herself too seriously?  But ya know what I didn’t anticipate?  Having to impress my future brother-in-law with my hashtag skills on a weekly basis.  Now you are confused.  Okay, lemme break it down.  One of Matt’s sisters is engaged to a guy who has unexpectedly become Who Runs This Mutha’s biggest fan.  Of course I don’t want to blow up his spot and I respect his privacy, so let’s just call him “DROEL”. 

Well, Droel got a few laughs early on by some of my spontaneous hashtags throughout posts (ie: #deadfish #snotvag2016) and was always spreading the love with some positive feedback on the family text chain.  Well, now I have created a monster.  The past couple of weeks Uncle Droel has been less than impressed with my hashtag abilities and now I can’t sleep at night.  Post gets sent to the interwebs then my phone dings—Davidson family chain---oh, fuck.  Did he like it?  Did I sneak in a money hashtag that he will approve of?  And I wasn’t even really intending on #ing in every post, but now it’s like a thing.  But I guess the pressure is just something that comes with alla 'dis blog fame.  Point is, #GAMEON.

Until next week ya'll...

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