And The Beat Goes On…

Every time we stay in a hotel or take a vacation I leave something behind. Elastics, lip gloss, blackberry charger! Not sure what this says about me.

Every time I volunteer on a field trip I am assigned the “wild child”. Obviously because I am the cool collected Mama. Errr. Perhaps because I’m the only Mama who will take him?

Every time I go to a PTA meeting my theory that mean little girls grow up to be mean women is confirmed. Warning. Just because they are wearing pearls does not mean they will play fair.

Every time I tell myself I will never watch the Young and the Restless again. I do. It’s like a car crash. I can’t look away! I just can’t quit that dumb show until Nick and Sharon are back together!

Every time I swear I am going to take a break from the Chi Tea Lattes with a side of Ginger Molasses cookie….I cave. I am powerless against the yummy Starbucks goodness.

Every time I swear I will only read blogs for an hour, I fail. Stop writing such good stuff!!

Every time I think, this is the night I will be in bed by 11pm, I’m not. Yep, no good excuse for that. There are just not enough hours in the day.

Eeek. Redundant, repetitive, predictable, boring ?? Is this really what’s going on in my life in the Suburbs? Well I guess the flip side is….

Thanks to forgetfulness, I get to go shopping.

Teachers love that I watch the wild child for them so they can have a break!

The ridiculousness of the Y & R and PTA drama gives us all something to talk about over our Starbucks. All the extra sugar from the latté and cookie keeps me reading blogs for hours, and provides the much needed energy to keep going past 11pm. You know, so I can also do some responsible stuff like; look after my kids, interact with real people, do some grocery shopping and perhaps pay a little bit of attention to my Hubby. If he’s lucky.

Yes, the circle of my Suburban life goes on, and I’m lovin every minute of it.