My first post and I'm almost late walking out the door

Isn't that typical! So, I have another blog but it's my personal space. I have family, and as the child who bore the only grandchildren so far for my side of the family tree, they often like to know what's going on with our beasts...er, children. Then there's my husband's side of the family -- they just like to read and laugh at my travails. I try not to take it personally.

I'm either walking out the door, teaching, cleaning, or driving. Occasionally I get to read, go to the lake, or just escape to the city to pick up a cafe mocha (large, because, really, it's a mercy thing).

As I'm supposed to be in the car and driving, my first entry will be rather short. I'm sure many people in blog-dom thank me. Brevity is an art I rarely employ. I have four children, all boys (Yes, Virginia, God does have a sense of humor). They are the incredible ages of 14, 13, 11 and 9. Note, see the sense of humor when you gape at the ages. Eventually I will take responsibility for that and until I do, I blame The Man upstairs for the Irish triplets. There's no way that was my fault. Not until they're grown and self-sufficient.

I've been married for 16 years. Despite the children. And the dogs. And we even occasionally get to leave the house together, alone, now. It's really surprising. We're still prone to driving to the Shoppette (think Kwik-E Mark for those non-military folks) and one of us will run in while the other sits in the car. Until the person returns to the car and leans in, waving absently, "You know, you don't really need to sit there. The kids are home. You can...you know...come with." Oh. Yes, it's usually me, waiting in an empty car out of habit from those days when the back of the car was filled with car seats.

Anyway, time's up! So to finish -- we home school, Dan (the husband), is recently retired Air Force, he's from Texas, I'm from Alaska, and yet we're transplanted to South Carolina thanks to the military machine. He is now a civilian contractor and I'm...still teaching, cleaning, raising and generally holding on for dear life. In the back of my mind a constant litany of Obstacles to Survive before the children can leave home runs in polyphonic glory.

This blog will be about that. About the dogs. About the husband. And maybe, occasionally, me.

Till next time!