The Feast After the Famine

38 days.

We were without internet for 38 days. Additionally, the outage was wholly unanticipated, so I wasn’t even able to plan for the vacuum. We are talking a total descent into chaos. I learned, in early December that I am a bonafide internet addict. What Starbucks is to B-Mama, my DSL modem is to me. Oh, except that I drink too much Starbucks as well. Being without my portal to the outside world meant several things. It meant family members missing Christmas gifts, it meant driving to the airport too early to pick someone up because I couldn’t check. It meant bank overdrafts, it meant unanswered trivia standoffs between Husband and I. It meant having to actually open my cookbooks again. It meat 973 unread Yahoo messages. But, most tragically, it meant missing my friends!… My B.C. buddies and my Catholic Mom Mentors in the blogosphere. I was so nervous that I would miss the pregnancy announcement here, or miss seeing photos of B-Mama turning 30 or Bella’s first day of school. I am still aching to read the MaryAlice solution to Mount Washmore too. I can’t believe C fell in a creek! So much to miss out on. Up here, alone with my family on the third floor of a German apartment building 😉

So, I did miss you guys, I am thrilled to be back. My household notebook has a back page entitled “potential BC post ideas” with five bullets on it. So, I won’t be too queit. I have been missing my sounding board of rad Catholic moms for too long. I have a 1-year birthday to hold, restaurant etiquette questions, polemic thoughts on subsidized daycare, ideas about the blessings of living with little children, you name it, let’s get busy!!!