Now that I know that I don’t have Attention Deficit Disorder, I can confidently state that my problems are caused by run-of-the-mill disorganization, minor cluelessness, and likely a moral lacking in the glamour department. Yes, the glamour department.

You see, my mom was kind enough to tell me, though it pained her to have to give me such feedback, that I am really not making a good example for my children. My grey hair really should be dyed to make me prettier. My hairy “man legs” are offensive and gauche. My children are too dirty and I am too lenient with them.

So phew! Now I know ! Thank God I have Mom to tell me!

 Just like journals of olde; my blog has sat neglected wondering why I don’t come along and tappity tap on its pages as much as I once did. 

I blame technology. I’ve got this aging Macbook. It was a peachy laptop when I first got it. But now its having all kinds of issues. Including a lack of internet access that comes and goes in a random way. 

Meanwhile I’m seeing a new therapist. He is so awesome. Too bad our health insurance is about to get all skimpy on us. 

Well that’s all for now. Sorry for lameness.