Don’t Call This a Come Back

Oh, aren’t I so witty?? I wish I could take credit for the title, but I can’t. You know who you are…

So here you are and you’re probably wondering what’s up with the change. Nothing, really. Too much baggage at that other place (which shall go unmentioned, please).

Everything’s fine, so no need to wonder if I’ve secretly been carrying on an affair with Hugh Jackman or if I’ve struck an evil alliance with Octomom and am now gestating my own litter. Nope, just felt like writing more. More about what? Why, about my son, who is almost all of 8 years old and who was diagnosed with ADHD almost a year ago and how we as a family work with that. Then there’s my wee, little daughter, a gift through the marvels of medical technology, who really is quite cheeky for not even being 18 months old. Yes, I did say “cheeky” and no, I am not British.

Let’s not forget my husband, who I’ve been married to for an eternal 12 years. I say let’s not forget, because sometimes he does drop off the family radar unless I’m peeved.

So I’ve selfishly snatched up the blog name that was dropped over at my other unmentioned blog (that we shall not mention), but now I need to come up with some nicknames for the main characters I discussed above. Any suggestions?

As for what’s next? Probably a lot of the same ole’ same ole’ that you’ve grown to love over the years. Let’s get this party started, shall we?