Queendom Blues

First day of classes was exhausting–I’m so not used to so many hours with so many people and no down time. I need to be alone once in awhile to breath in again an recoup from all the socialization. It all takes practice I suppose. I am so used to my dad’s way of socializing: being in full-out party mode for a few hours and then needing to retreat for awhile alone to rest. I will have to develop new skills that involve being the quiet Buddha girl in the back during class and reserving Party girl for….parties. And the Prof–Carol–mentioned to the class how we once sang karaoke together at a party–Achey Breaky Heart–for the benefit of the class. I felt a little bit shy and uncomfortable at that mention but managed to smile bravely as she told the story.

So much grueling house work is involved in keeping a house of five running. I try to run this queendom like a ship but good-grief it is work. I dream about the housekeeper who does it all for us: cook, wash laundry and clean. 

Girls so busy with parties, soccer and being two–although now Pip claims she is three.

My lungs are crap from the poor air quality in Kelowna. We are like Mexico City here in the Okanagan Valley–everything hangs in the air over our tight valley. Blow you smoke! Blow away so I can breath again!!! I blame the Americans of course. Put out your blasted forest fires!

Oh, and feel free to comment–I do like a lot of feed back. It’s lonely out here in this Queendom at times.