Goodbye summer...

I know summer isn't technically over, and judging by our weather here, you'd never think it.  But rolling into September marks the end of summer for me.  School starts for N in nine days.  Supplies are bought, new clothes are washed and put away, ready for wear.  All that is left is shoe shopping...and some groceries!


When I was young, and heading off to school each new year, the best part of it was supply shopping!  I loved it then, I love it now.  But every year, on my first day, I would have a tummy ache.  Every year, my mom made me go anyway "It's your first day of school!  It's just nerves."  Boy did that make me mad.  I know now that she was right...and soon, I'll be sending my own daughter off to school on her first day (albeit, second year), and I will be the one with the nerves.  My daughter is so excited to get back to the classroom, back to her friends and teacher.  She will walk into that school like she owns the place.  Good for her.  And me?  I'll walk back home, tears in my eyes.  Tears of joy, for the brave girl my first baby has become.  Saying goodbye to summer means saying goodbye to my "baby" and hello to my "big girl".  I'm ok with that, I guess, but I'll still have a tummy ache.

All my friends are doing it...

Brings to mind a well used question from my mother: "If all of your friends jumped off a bridge, would you jump too?"  Guess this means I would.  So welcome to my blog - Flummoxed Lemux.  "flummoxed" means confused and "lemux" is a play on my last name.  It seemed appropriate, as I am sometimes flummoxed by life, and entirely flummoxed by the blog creating process at the moment.


I don't quite know how I intend to use this blog, yet.  As a journal of sorts, perhaps.  Somewhere to spread my day to day mental chaos.  I suppose I should have said "welcome to my mind".  In any case, whether anyone is out there reading, or not, this could get interesting.  I am sometimes vulgar, so please keep that in mind.


So where to start...?  I am a wife to J, my soldier.  He makes my heart sing, and is sometimes the source of my confusion.  I am mom to daughter, N (4.5yo) and son, G (4.5mo), who also assist in flummoxing me.  I consider my life to be that of "organized chaos" - everything has its own place, it just might not be where you expect it to be.


I think I'll leave it at that for tonight, and sign off.  

Until next time...