...because I quit blogging for awhile. I can't stop reading FactCheck.org and all its back-up sources. Even while I'm work! Somebody help me!
So, for those (very few) of you who have complained to me that I've been neglecting my blogging duties (heh heh 'duties'), here's a quick run-down on the things afoot:
We got our land line fixed at last but because we refused to pay Comcast the $16 they think we owe them (how could we owe them anything? They broke our phone and then refused to fix it!) we had to get a new number. No, I'm not putting it here. If we didn't send it to you directly it's because we don't want you to call us. Or because we don't have your correct email address, whatever.
Next up, we've decided to have an addition-warming party next month. This will force us to finally clean the house. Of course, I'm not sure the merit of that because the party will cause it to become trashed again. Guess we'll have to have a holiday party, then...
Ever since my first pregnancy I find that stuff makes me cry. I've never been much of a crier so I wonder at this phenomenon. I can't see someone cry without involuntarily shedding a sympathetic tear. I looked it up on the internets and it turns out I'm probably still sporting some of the hormone levels from pregnancy - it actually makes women cry. One more reason being pregnant sucks. And Sarah's TWO, when do I get to be normal again? I'm so mad I could cry...
Kate has mastered the writing of As, Bs and Cs as well as Ks (of course). Her Pre-K sends her home with homework Monday through Thursday. We don't approve. So far, though, neither of us have managed to bring this up with her teachers. She's 4. She's tired at the end of a day of learning. We get about 3 waking hours with her each night and frankly, I do not wish to have to rouse an unwilling, exhausted 4-year-old to action. She doesn't want to write her name over and over any more today. Fine. Let's go for a walk outside! (I have never been good at completing homework...)
Sarah regards the attention Kate gets during the homework attempts as desirable. We might end up accidentally being those awful parents who force their kids to learn to read by the time they're 4. In Sarah's case, we really, really don't mean to. She wants to play too!
OK, I have some more politicians' claims to research. Oh, and work to do (boo.)