that's the song on right now, but it's a good description for the last few days because things have been all wacky getting ready for:
my mom to come live with us.
because she's separating from my dad.
and she's going to be here in about 30 minutes.
there's so much more i could say, and i'm sure eventually i will, but at the moment my brain feels a little too fried. i guess i'm just taking a moment to document that fact (or at least i would have completed the 'moment' last night, when the 30 minute thing was true, but blogger was toast).
ok now i'm going back to *trying* to work until i have to leave in a bit. bleh.
p.s. my mom got here fine. i have dramatic re-enactments dancing in my head but otherwise things seem relatively quiet. of course, my mom isn't up yet and who knows what exciting developments there may have been since i went to sleep!
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I think that, no matter what one's relationship with one's mom, 'fried' is how one would feel when looking right in the eyes of a move-in. Wow. Big stuff.
(poor grammar!)
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