Springtime!

I pretty much only like my front yard for 2 months out of the year: April and May. It is so pretty and colorful and I really want it to stay this way forever. Alas, in a couple of months everything will dry out and we will have a brown lawn with lots of stickers and we will not even be able to walk out there.


But for now:

False Alarm

So, apparently Peanut and I cannot even go enjoy a coffee and chocolate milk at Starbucks without wreaking havoc. Yesterday Peanut and I went to Starbucks to meet with a wonderful lady from our church. We had been there, sitting in the comfy chairs and chatting for about 10 minutes when Peanut decided it was time to go insane. First he had to try locking the doors, then he tried escaping to the bathroom. I do not like him running around stores and restaurants, so I had to pin him to my lap and make him sit.

Suddenly Peanut becomes very still. Cool. He is learning to sit still. He slips into the chair behind me and sits for a moment, and I turn back to Sylvia to look at a book she has for Peanut. Approximately 2 seconds later Sylvia says "Uh Oh!" and I look behind me just in time to see Peanut pulling the fire alarm. Oh crap!!!!

So, we are sitting in Starbucks with the fire alarm going off, and nobody is evacuating or doing anything about it. The management does not know where the key to the panel is, and they spend a few minutes looking for it. When they find the key and reset the panel the alarm is still going off and they do not know how to turn it off, nor do they know who is in charge of their security/fire alarm system.

We decided it was time to leave when the fire department arrived, found there was no fire, and then just stood around, also not knowing how to stop the alarm from sounding.

All in all it was an exciting morning for Peanut and an embarrassing one for mommy.

I really do need a vacation.

Still Alive

No, I did not drop off the face of the planet, or disappear, or get eaten by a vampire, or... whatever. I am here.
But life is busy and boring.
The house is still (and always will be) a work in progress. Every spare moment is spent in the yard or bathroom or kitchen, fixing something or cleaning.
Always cleaning.
Every other moment is spent chasing around a super hyper 2 year old, and nothing else gets done because he might eat dirt or bugs, or squash the puppy, or flush the toilet 35 times, or bring all his toys out in the livingroom right after it has been cleaned for the 5th time, or... whatever.
There are no moments available for blogging or reading or relaxing.
I need a vacation. Away from everything. I may be a teensy bit depressed.
Any other moms feel that way? I am 28 and everything fun is over; it has been over for years and years, and may never have been there in the first place. What do I do?
What do you do to get away? And how do you find time to do it? Or do you just deal? Or do you not feel like me at all?
My escape is work. Even though I am locked down with 45-60 institutionalized youth I still feel wonderful at work because I do not have to talk about or think about home. All I have to do is get these kids through their day and work with the rest of the staff to keep each other safe and get us all home every night. And the next day is a new day.
Anyway, enough ranting. This blog is about my Peanut (who is doing wonderful); just had to tell someone that his mommy wants a vacation.
Hope everyone else is doing great!