Apologies of the MommaJ Sort

Dear Friends:
Wow have I ever been doing a lot of gritching* lately! If you have been on the receiving side of any of my rants**, haunted my blog over the last half-dozen posts or so, or even been within spitting distance of Dallas, please accept my apologies.

I would dearly love to blame the monthly curse or a full moon or withdrawals from some drug meant to induce serenity. Alas, I have no one to blame but myself.

So, today, I am making a turnaround***.

Today I am going to pick up the ball of sanity and calmly respond to the 44th request for a new video game with a smile instead of an ear-piercing shriek about it "only-being-8:15a.m.-and-what-about-the-other-643-games-we-already-own?"

Today I am going to subsist on something besides Coors Light, chocolate chips, and scraps of food left on plastic plates by the little munchkins who live with me.

Today I am going to ignore any person who tries to screw with my sanity, especially those who decide it would be appropriate to dial 9-1-1 to report "dog abuse" to the police because I left Doug inside the Prius while I ran in to get the kids from the gym. A car that was idling with the A/C on, noiseless, because it is a hybrid****.

Today I am going to go to bed at a reasonable hour, even though we are leaving town in the morning and my list of things to do is a mile long. If we arrive with one change of clothes, a bathing suit, and a bottle of water each, I'll count it as a victory.

So, rejoice, friends! I am working toward becoming the "old" MommaJ again. You know her: she's "type A" all the way, squeamish around blood, and jacked up on ADD.

You gotta love me.


*A combo of griping and bitching.

**Whether by phone, in person, or by evil eye. Take your pick.

***Attempting to make a turnaround. OK. Mabye just turning around until I'm dizzy. But, it's a start.

****Her comment upon seeing me round the corner into the SHADED part of the parking lot? "Do you know how wicked hot it is in your car? Your dog is dying!" My retort? "Thanks for your concern. But this is a hybrid, which is running, and the A/C has been on while I was inside." Her response? "Oh." + a quick exit, stage left.