Be careful what you wish for...

Be careful what you wish for...isn't that what they say?  

It's been over a month since my last blog post.  :(

I so wish I had some quip to recount of a conversation with my youngest boy.  My conversations with them these days are condensed to, "Good morning.  Let's go.  Did you eat?  Are you hungry?  Fix yourself something to eat.  I'm leaving.  See you when I get home.  Do you have homework.  Time for bed.  I've got work to do."

I so wish I had pictures to post and campfire stories to tell of our latest camping trip and misadventures.  We're hoping to get to camp some this summer while I'm off...so maybe that will come.  

I so wish I had some passionate rant to rave about...high upon some soapbox of mine, simply because my mind had settled on some thing to think about.  Some thing that really didn't matter one shit from shine-ola, but was fun to bitch about, nonetheless.  

Sadly, I don't.  My mind is muddled with care plans, and diagnoses, and interventions, and needles, and drugs, and skills, and shit, and piss, and exams, and deadlines, and due dates, and looming state boards, and becoming a grown up, with a real job...no, a career, and lines to walk, and t's to cross, and i's to dot, and my carefree days to miss.  

Alas, in two short weeks, I will be halfway through this mission of mine.  

I think I can see a tiny glimmer of light at the end of this tunnel.  

It's either that, or just a neon sign along the way that's flashing, "Be careful what you wish for, dipshit!"