Port-a-potties - convenient? I.think.not.

Envision this - you are at a youth sports practice and the youngest child needs to pee.  The only thing available is a blue plastic outhouse.  The small child gives you the "Are you kidding me?" look when you tell her that is where she must potty and refuses to go.  Upon seeing her do the tee-tee wiggle dance, you insist she go to the disgusting capsule of refuse.
When she enters said capsule, she immediately bolts back out because inside is a spider so small you have to risk touching something to actually see it.  Knowing the child will make puddles if she does not go soon, you force the issue.
Once inside, the screaming begins.  Not small screams.  Not unintelligible screams.  Oh no, not from this one!  Blood-curdling, hair frizzing, horror flick shrieks of terror "Ahhhhh.  Ow.  It hurts.  Noooo!  Nooo!  It hurts!  Owie!  Noooooo! Ahhhh!  Eeeee!"  That's right, it's so ugly it hurts.  Just the thought of a pinhead-sized spider is painful.  Or maybe it's the public plastic.  Who knows.
And what is going on outside?  As mom stands at the door to keep the small child from bolting outside with her pants down, people are staring at her like she's imprisoned the child inside.

"Non-traditional" Student problem...

Reaching that point in your BA program where you are experiencing burn-out and do not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but cannot give up because you've come so far [and have ten's of thousands of dollars in student debt].

*sigh*

Breathe.  Just breathe.

I warned you!

True to my nature, I have failed to keep up with this blog.  I'm trying!  Do you know how many popular, wittier, more interesting than this one there are out there?  I didn't count, but I'm sure you are aware.  I have so much I want to do and share; however, over in the past 5 months since my last post I have moved my family across country and avoided several total meltdowns.  Well, there was that one which involved drop-kicking one phone, throwing another one off the roof, water in the attic, and wet drywall, but we're not going to talk about that.  That, my dears, is what this girl calls a success!  Anything above my ability to keep the small humans alive and fit in a shower is.

I will work harder at being interesting enough to build a small following -blogosphere network, collection of imaginary friends, whatever you call it- in the future or fail trying.