You Win God.

It is late November and just as I began to think things couldn't get anymore chaotic, at exactly 11:23 am, all the lights have just gone out. Suddenly as if I had sat on the toilet for a quick moment of silence, all 3 of my children burst into the family room to declare something that was very obvious, we had lost power. The heavy rain pounded against the windows and my head began to throb. You see what is the craziest about this whole scenario were the exact events that had led to it....

2020 started off like the little lamb she proclaimed to be. Cinco de Mayo falling on taco tuesday, Christmas break being longer. She had all the bells and whistles a year like 2020 should have. My husband and I even dressed up like we were straight out of the Great Gatsby on New Years Eve, and yet 2020 ended up being a punch in the throat old sport.

As I sit to write this the power has just come back on. and as such my three children vanish like cockroaches back to their google meets. If crazy had a face it would look like 2020, which I assume would look like me after I realized I was late for my job back in my 20's and scaled a parking garage only to fall and shatter my elbow and had to drive myself to the hospital covered in dirt and blood. More on that full story later.

Did I neglect to mention we all currently have covid and have to self quarantine? I am telling you this year has been such a mind fuck, I am still not entirely sure I am not living my own worst nightmare. As this year comes to a close I really wanted to put these trying times down, and to relive and regurgitate all that has happened and all that I hope to come of it in a positive manner.

This here blog is going to be the pure rantings of a mother of 3, who is as close to unhinged as she can be, while still trying to hold it all together with some true Irish dry sarcastic wit.