So... while visiting the lovely Green family in lovely Margate I took notice of the fact that they were bathrobe people- a fact I did already know because I have know them for like 35 years(!!) but I took notice anyway. I thought...hm...maybe a bathrobe is what separates me from the zen way they seem to exist and always have...we are not bathrobe people and they are and so there it is. So... this morning I attempted to wake up... never something I like doing and then wake up sophie for camp...but lo and behold, I couldn't get my big fat ass out of bed on time for some reason - gee, I wonder what it could be... the 3 hours I spent sleeping in a chair in Max's room or maybe the other 3 hours I couldn't sleep because I had this dumb ass song about french fries that Max listens to 35 times a day stuck, literally playing all night long in my head. Well, since I had no where to go today ( how is that for strange?) I did not get dressed... I discovered that yes, I have a bathrobe...its blue... its hanging over there and I could put it on. People do that, they wear bathrobes, right? So... I put it on and got sophie up and dragged her downstairs and then max woke up and they were cranky as hell for some reason I cannot imagine because they have great lives... but anyway getting ready for camp resulted in me yelling at sophie for the 100th time about something stupid... and oh no, there I was.... holding my cup of coffee, standing in my kitchen, wearing a bathrobe and yelling at my children and guess what...NOTHING screams " YOU ARE MENTALLY ILL AND NEED HELP" more than standing around in a bathrobe holding a cup of coffee and yelling!!!!

I will never ever never ever wear my bathrobe again... its just too risky...

Its been almost 2 months since I have had anything to say- not to suggest that I actually have anything to say right now - but as I sit here on the sofa next to Max who has returned to his Spiderman costume for the first time in months - in honor of the bad weather - I feel the need to write. The truth of the matter is that I don't feel the blog when everything else is going my way, I admit, I am a foul-weather blogger- I only need you when I feel bad... sorry blog, you are my bad mood f**k buddy...oh well, we all have our roles in life...

So... Max's new friend Brian says to him in the hallway at camp this week, "Max, Max I got a haircut.... Wow, Max says... I got an X-ray!!!!" so so funny and so desperately true!!!

Almost as funny as Nana having a heart attack and needing surgery in the next few weeks... that is all I feel like saying about that - that will be revisited in great detail some other day.

I have done nothing all summer- none of the projects I wanted to do, none of the tons of work I wanted to do before my new classes start, none of the house projects that need doing, none of the exercising I was planning to do, I didnt make loads of new friends, didn't discover a cure for CP, didn't find lots of money hidden somewhere, didn't write my book or become a super fabulous wife and mother. I had looked out from my perch in the beginning of June with such high hopes - I was however kind of happy doing nothing, perfecting my text messaging skills, wasting time, wearing my bathing suit all the time and not caring about anything at all. I was so happy all this time that I actually forgot what it felt like to be angry at the world.

However, the problem is that the 7-11 iced coffee just didn't taste as good the last 2 days and there you have it, the beginning of the end.