My ad network emailed me today to let me know that they were pulling my ads because it had been too long since I updated. I have the feeling that the fact that whoever is assigned to check my blog for the ad network is the only person who has noticed that I have not been posting is probably a good sign that it is time to throw in this particular towel, but I guess I'm not quite ready to go there. (And the ad network did generously offer to allow me to continue advertising their content for free, which I felt was extremely magnanimous.)
I'm not going to blog about blogging, it just seems that these days whenever I have the inclination I don't have the time and whenever I have the time I don't have the inclination. I do, however, have two handy life tips that I feel obliged to share, so here we go.
Tip 1: Do not ever move a piano by yourself. Tip 1 Addendum 1: Do not ever move a piano, a credenza (you people want me to call it a buffet, I don't want to call it a buffet, we are going to continue to call it a credenza), and a play kitchen by yourself. You see, I decided over the weekend that I wanted to move the piano out of the playroom and into the dining room and the play kitchen out of the dining room and into the playroom. I didn't especially want the piano in the dining room, but for the three times a year I use the dining room for guests I did want the option of it being toy-free. Chris and I were going to do it after the kids were in bed on Saturday, but then we spent all of Saturday sorting, organizing, and putting away every damn toy in the house, and we just weren't in the mood. Then on Sunday I felt like hell, so we didn't do it. So then this morning both kids had a low fever that meant we were staying home all day and I decided fuck it, I'm moving the piano. Which I did. It is a spinet (basically a short upright) and is heavy and would not have been that hard to move except that one of the wheels is broken and gouges the everloving heck out of the wood floors so I had to put down a series of rugs and push the piano onto and over each of those rugs and down the hall and into the dining room and then turn it 180 degrees to get it where the credenza was. The credenza went where the kitchen was and the kitchen went where the piano was. I like the playroom 500 times better (I also replaced the rug in there with a much smaller $60 job from Target) and the dining room 23 times better and as soon as I finish typing I am going to call my local hospital to reserve a room with full traction. Never move a piano by yourself, people. The only benefit is that I got to hear Chris call me insane (entirely true, I do this sort of thing a lot) and also did not have to have the series of arguments that would inevitable have ensued had Chris and I tried to move the piano together.
Tip 2: If you are ever driving through Virginia and happen to be passing Williamsburg, do not, for any reason, get off the highway. I don't care if you are hungry, dying to pee, or desperate for gas. Hell, I don't care if you spring a sudden, gushing leak from your carotid artery, don't stop. Stop a town before, stop a town after, but if you stop in Williamsburg you will not be able to find what you are looking for, then you will get lost, then you will finally find what you are looking for and finally make it back onto the highway an hour and a half later to find that you have managed to backtrack 15 miles and have to make it past the Williamsburg vortex yet again before achieving the safety of the other side. You have been warned.
Bonus Mommyblogger Moment: I just signed Mia up for the neighborhood swim team, which means two months of five-times-a-week practice and twice-a-week meets. Here begineth my servitude to the suburban youth sports cabal.
Double Bonus Question of the Day: Do you have a sure-let's-move-heavy-furniture-together relationship, or a I'll-just-move-the-damn-piano-myself-because-at-least-then-I-don't-have-to-argue-about-it relationship?