I am so uncultured (and I don't mean in the yogurt sense.)

I tried to go to a college convocation tonight that involved four guitars. They were amazingly talented musicians; but my mind was elsewhere. I was so distracted by the fact that my little boy was crying when I left him with the babysitter, and I had told him I would be right back but then let the babysitter go upstairs to give him a drink. I felt as if I had lied to my son!

No matter how hard I tried I could not just sit and enjoy the NPR style music while the stress was forging ahead into a major migraine. I rudely stood up and walked out, forgoing the convocation credit that I needed.

I went home with my husband who followed me out, I am sure my stress was making the whole thing a beautiful time for him as well. We hung out the with the babysitter and her fiance for the next two hours. I did go up to see my son who was snoozing away completely unfazed by his mother's clear treachery on his part!

Now, off to bed, which is where I should have been a long time ago.

generational gap.

My husband asked me the other day when I was going to write my book.....
I can't even pay attention long enough to finish reading a book, much less write one.
I have started dozens of books in my head but never seem to get passed the first few pages.

So this is my attempt to not leave the world without some record of my thoughts, I am engaging in the communication of generation Y and blogging. That sounds a bit cliche, but I suppose I shall survive. I found out yesterday that I was technically not a part of generation Y, but still a part of generation X considering I was born in the later part of 1979; my husband says that maybe this is why we don't communicate that well all the time, it is a result of a generational gap! (he was born in 1980.