Running Red Momma

We were driving along listening to the great song "(You gotta) fight for your right (to party)!" I found myself talking back to radio like some crazy old lady. For example: "Living at home is such a drag." Me: Don't let the door hit you on the way out! You wake up late for school and you don't wanna go....you gotta fight for your right to Paaaaaarty! Me: Yup. Good luck with that job you're going to get so you can party hard! I'm just waiting for the time I kick kids off my lawn and yell "lousy kids!" I remember sweaty days of dancing to loud music thinking I was so anti-establishment. I'd yell out lyrics while dancing thinking I was an edgy "waver"---cue safety pins, black t-shirts and over-sized trench coat. Suddenly you're an old fart talking back to the radio.

We have been enjoying our summer. Sort of. I must confess to really being stunned by how little I get done. I had visions of my summer being like this: house project day, yard work day, field trip day, library day, craft time and laundry day. Instead, I sort of find myself coping and driving kids in the car to some class. I unloaded laundry only to see my son chewing on my flip-flop. Did I stop him? Nope, he was happy and I was behind. My house kind of sits in a state like this: I wish I could better show the stacks of crap which sit around my house. We did go to Nebraska. My lovely sister joined me in Cheyenne for the adventure. As we came over the horizon, I clapped with glee when I saw the water towers, green fields and grain elevators. I had forgotten what this place had looked like.The kids saw my old house, high school, cross-country running roads, elementary school and some of my favorite places. My son sat crammed in between seats and luggage. The kids were patie...