A break.

I'm taking a break from a message board I have been a member of for the last 8+ years. I am finally at the point where my life seems to not be jiving with the lives of many there. Even though my youngest is under 2, I still feel like the "experienced" parent and don't lean on the advice and support I found there when my oldest was a baby. Most every day is a btdt kind of day. Don't get me wrong, I'm not naysaying those who need the support. It's just not central to my life any more. Instead of wasting hours in endless debates about issues that I fall on the side of "minority" against those in the "majority" or even just the "vocal minority", I will focus on blogging, school, housework, children, mount laundry and pileodishes peak. In addition (and I'll regret this later, I know, but for now I feel compelled) I'll be taking on the task of taking over the "room coordinator committee" position at the children's school. This is a different venue for my usual fight. In this series I'll be playing the role of "bottom of the sliding scale mama" for the greater good. The dear woman who was bamboozled into that role last year is D-O-N-E DONE with the "we got money to throw away" majority. I hear her loud and clear. Unfortunately, this task is better suited for an extroverted PITA such as myself. I have the added benefit of not having to find somewhere for my children to be educated. I'm happy bringing them home whenever the situation warrants it. You would not believe the situation that has prompted me to leap into a committee. It's over the top unbelievable and I'm getting my first glimpse into the world of parent associations and their drama. This school is no different than any other, in that respect. Just call me Robin Hood. 22 gift baskets for a school with 50 families. Outrageous.

Advanced Expository Writing and General Psych will garner much of my attention come January. Add the chaos from changing schools and I'll be too sexy for a lot of internet down time anyway.

And to my mama friends reading this post, time for a get-together. We need a good one before the holiday chaos really takes hold.