To Sleep, Perchance to Talk to Sara

Okay. Life is tough and the days are long (as a parent you always feel this way) but, I have a new friend in the Dreamworld that has given me pause. Not paws...pause...as in held me up a step, taken me aback....Aback? Well, that means...oh, nevermind. Let's just say I have a new visitor in my dreams and what the hell is Sara Palin doing in there anyway? Why am I suddenly seeing our former governor? It is like having a old boyfriend you dumped because he was a stalker and one day you hear he is getting married and you break down and blubber like a fool, grieving over some idiot you never liked in the first place.

I like Sara Palin. There, I admit it. I like that she tried to be someone other than a politico robot. She said things, she meant them, and the system ate her for breakfast, buried the remains, then dug her up and ate her all over again.

I like the idea of a kick-ass homecoming queen who dared to be ignorant and only got madder the more people picked on her.

But, like most Alaskans, I have become a bit disillusioned with her and her methods. I like people with confidence and moxie, even when I don't agree with them and even when I think they are making a host of wrong decisions.

But she dumped me. Sent me a press conference, which is worse than a text message, to tell me we were quits. I didn't agree with her politics and expressed concern over her ethics issues, so she didn't want to be my governor anymore. I secretly think she is dating another constituent demographic, but I can't be sure.

She said it wasn't me, it was her. She said she needed a break and that we could still get together, and "Just Be Friends". I knew we were having troubles, but I just wanted to give it time and see what developed. I thought if she could mature a little, we could make it work. I was willing to give a little and see the world from her point of view. I just wanted her to crack a book once in awhile and take an online college course in world history.

But no, I turn on the tv and there she is, telling the WHOLE WORLD that she and I are through. I didn't hear a thing from her after that. Nothing. No press, no interviews, not even a tweet!

So, now I am going around telling everyone that I dumped her first. And that I never really liked her in the first place. But at night, I dream; and in that sleep, what dreams may come. The dreams that do arrive have me in a seat in a huge auditorium as my governor is making her way toward me, shaking hands, expressing her sincere commitment to be there for us and forge ahead.

I am dreaming of my old governor and wishing she still was.

Well, I'll be darned... I must have liked her more than I thought.

Flown the coop

I am brilliant...whenever I am away from my blog. All these great ideas come to me when I am alone in my car or working away on a draft of something at work. I solve the world's problems, resolve my parenting dilemmas, and discover the best date idea for my hubby and me that I have had in weeks.

Then I get to the blog after bushwacking through the, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy" jungle, scaling the, "Screaming, Bleeding, Skinned Knee" mountains,and swinging on an extension cord looped around the ceiling fan to narrowly miss the migrating pile of toxic laundry climbing up out of the basement laundryroom.

By the time I get to my computer, I have suffered multiple head wounds, a broken sense of purpose, and am watching all inspiration bleed out from my body through a severed creative artery.

Oh, well. At least I tried.