Wow.  It’s been a while.  I can tell because almost every damn thing about the interface and navigation to get to this point is different. 

Sometimes I wonder if I’m getting too old for this shit.  I’ve got about 200 saved emails from WordPress with great information about all the kick-ass improvements and flashy bits that I can add to upgrade my blog…about 199 of them I’ll never read and I’ll mistakenly delete the other one as I’m trying to open it.

In other news, I like the changes.  Much easier to write and edit.  Prettier, faster, stronger–this blog must feel like Jamie Sommers felt when she woke up from her ‘upgrade’.  Speaking of upgrade, my first-grader asked me to upgrade his toast with butter a few weeks ago.  At the time, I found it amusing and endearing, but just now, the whole idea of upgrading is just pissing me off.

Wonder if I need an upgrade.  Sounds like it, doesn’t it? 

I’m actually working on that.  Started a regular meditation practice.  Insisting on time for myself, taking better care of myself.  Feels good.  In fact, I was beginning to feel the yucky creep of martyrdom crap up my mind and soul.  Crappy creepy martyrdom receeding. 

Tonight, I didn’t yell once when getting the boys to bed.  I completely ignored their obnoxious behavior, and just went about my own business with a smile on my face.  It worked.  They were so nonplussed, they just snuggled into bed and fell to sleep like stones, quietly, without protest.

My new and improved strategies to claim peace within the chaos always work…once or twice.  But like learning how to use this damned blogging platform, the landscape will change under me, the context will upend and turn inside out and I will need to adapt and learn different strategies, or I will perish…at least my sanity will.

So here I am, again.  Happy, confounded, distracted, slightly belligerent.  Still can’t spell, but maybe I got lucky, this time.