Jami, Jami, Where are you??

Ah, that is the question I seem to be asking and being asked. Nine days since I posted, not good. EDW wrote in a post something about 'in her last post, Jami wrote . . .' and I thought - it won't be my last, honest . . though it does sometimes seem that way. November was a long, busy month, the kind of month where my calender had something on it almost every single day, plus work, plus the holiday and oh, yeah, I'm a mommy and a wife and occasionally I like to sleep. So I get in front of the computer, all intent on blogging and I answer emails and I do work and I open up the blog when POOF! the brain shuts down. 'Oh,' it says, 'this is optional? I'm outtie.' So let's see. Eddie's now sleeping on his bunkbed like a big boy. He calls it a Monk Bed, which cracks me up. He's almost done with his first semester of school. Thanksgiving was great. Family, friends, food. All good. Doula certification is progressing. Learned today: Cocaine is bad for pregnant women. Actually I've stuffed my poor old, old brain with far too much good knowledge and it's starting to drip out my ears - tiny sentences being pushed out by the new ones . . . sigh. The Husband injured his back and was out of commission for a few days, still recovering a bit. He's old, but I love him, so what are you going to do? And, a brief funny note: today I picked Eddie up at school and his teenage "teacher" said "he had an accident in his pants, so I put them in a plastic bag in his backpack, because I didn't know if you want to wash them or throw them out or whatever." Hmm, if I threw out everything he'd peed in or on, we'd have nothing left but the TV and dog. Peace out!