Why, hello there! If anybody is, indeed, still there.

I am very tired.

This week "school" officially "ended," officially making me the mother of a high schooler, middle schooler, and an elementary schooler. 

I did the math on when this split would happen a few years ago, and immediately decided that the Worst Part would the three hours of staggered school starting times and bus departures every morning. How silly of me! There will be no school starting times because school will likely still be here! At home! It won't so much "start" as "NEVER FUCKING END." 

We are trying to continue with our children's educational experience this summer, with each week getting its own summer-camp-like theme and activity list. This week's theme was I Haven't Seen My Kids In 8 Hours I Hope They're Okay. (Featured Activity: Self Sufficiency & the Art of Making Your Own Sandwich.) Next week is Advanced Streaming Channels, with lessons in self0service remote-control battery changing and how to flip and rotate the couch cushions to prevent perma-butt-grooves. Very STEM, obviously.

And after that? It's Infrastructure Week!!!

On the job front, I was a technical writer for all of a week and a half, tops, before getting moved full-time into more of a SharePoint analyst role. The transition decision basically happened like this:

"Wait, you know SharePoint?"

"Yes, I know SharePoint."

"AAAAAAAaaaaaAAAAHHHHhhhHHHHaaaaAAAAAA!!!"

It's nice to feel needed!

(It's also nice to be properly medicated so I can actually sit down and DO SharePoint without 700 other-tab distractions and a spaced-out, overwhelming bafflement because where do I start? what do I do first? wait, did I already do this? WHERE AM I EVEN RIGHT NOW? So there's your update on that whole thing: Game. CHANGED.) 

(Although I kind of forgot about the ADHD medications when I went for my employment drug screen? So I kind of failed it at first because amphetamines? So I had to take a whole photo shoot with the pill bottles labels and refill dates to prove that no, this is PRESCRIPTION SPEED.)

Anyway, things are all good here. As good as things can be, right now, I suppose. Sometimes I want things to be normal again so much I could cry; most of the time the whole idea of "normal" feels like some long ago, once-upon-a-time illusion that never really existed in the first place. 

And sometimes, like right now, when all four of my pets are trying to claim a spot in the same floor sunbeam, things are just all good here, again.