The girls are over at their father’s house, so I suppose I’d better do my weekly post now. At least with them at his house every weekend, I have time to clean the apartment and get some laundry done, and maybe even a few minutes to myself. After all these years it’s gotten to be sort of a routine. Currently I’m sitting in front of the computer with a Seagrams and Seven in hand, emailing my sister Ellie to catch up. She’s the baby of the family, Ellie is – five years younger than me, just married a guy in Reno two years ago and now she’s expecting her first child. I’m glad she didn’t follow my example, or Jen’s. Jen is my other sister, the middle sister. She’s been out of contact with me since I divorced my ex-husband. She always was a little too religious for her own good.
It’s funny how I fall into talking about my sisters. I meant to talk about my day, but the mind wanders. Who’d think that at 33 I’d be feeling so old?
The girls should be back in about half an hour, so that I can put Annie to bed on time. They just got out of school, and that means their bedtimes have moved back half an hour. Of course Meg’s at that age where she’s complaining about having a set bedtime at all, but I’m going to stay firm. God knows their father doesn’t enforce enough rules. I just know he’s going to be late again. He’s had them every weekend for almost ten years now, and the man has not once been on time to drop them off.
I’d better finish this entry, and finish telling Ellie my horror stories about pregnancy! Ha, I kid. Both girls were relatively easy to carry, although Annie was such a huge baby. It’s amazing she’s so small now! Ellie is apparently going to have a girl as well, maybe it’s the family curse (or blessing).
I’m all over the place in this entry. I hope I can get the hang of this blogging thing so that Meg doesn’t try to teach me. Until next time.
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