I have a blog?

I was on the phone with a friend the other day telling her a story and she said, "Blog that!"

Blog? I have a blog?

It's been ages since I have read any one's blog and even longer since I myself have blogged. When my friend told me that even Robin has blogged since I last blogged, well, that did it. I had to get back.

So here's the story:

I'm a working mom. I drop my kids off at school and head to work. They get home from school about 45 minutes before I get home from work. That's usually not enough time for my boys to get into any trouble. However, Friday is early day, and last Friday my kids took full advantage of their "no adult supervision" time. Before I got home on Friday, they carved (yes, with a sharp knife and a dull pumpkin) a jack-o-lantern for the front porch. Unable to find the birthday candles (?) my two boys thought they would use the next best thing and dip Q-tips in rubbing alcohol and light them. Calmly, I reminded them of one of our basic rules: No lighting things on fire without an adult present. (Not to downplay the importance of another main rule: when killing each other, keep all blood outside or in the bathroom.) My responsible older child assured me that he was in full compliance of the rule because he had called our Bishop's wife over to witness the pyrotechnics before actually lighting the first Q-tip. How blessed I am to have responsible, rule abiding, letter-of-the-law children and a ward full of available do-gooders to supervise my children's pyromaniac antics while I am at work.

Side note: Q-tips dipped in rubbing alcohol, while making a lovely show, do not burn long enough to work well for jack-o-lanterns.