I'm back.

Know what this means?

Yah baby, it's official, construction is over and we've moved in.

We've got the mailbox to prove it!

Now that we are all moved in and (mostly) settled in our house, i have had time to reflect on the last 6, crazy months of my life. And, I realize i have some apologies to make...

Dear Ms. Dori, I'm sorry Camdon is a preschool drop-out. The 9am-11am time schedule was really conflicting with mtg. up with all my sub contractors.

Dear Kendall's teacher, I am sorry Kendall hasn't done ANY homework since...well, i guess since she's been in 2nd grade. Sorry. (And really, why start now? I mean right? there's only like four weeks of school left...just saying)

Dear Carson's teacher, I'm sorry I never made it into the classroom. I am also sorry for signing him out early to babysit when i had "emergency" meetings at the house. That explains the lovely letter I got from the school district telling me he can't miss anymore school or I'll be on probation and may be subject to a mandatory 8 hour parenting class from the state?

Hmmmm...I guess since I didn't see Kendall's name anywhere on it, i can still keep the date her and I have with the Zoo on Thursday?

Dear Payne Jr. High, I'm sorry I never met any of Bryson's teachers and that I don't know any of their names. On another note, the girl at the front desk knows me by name and knows Bryson's schedule almost by heart now...sorry! And thank you for not sending me a note threatening jail time and CPS.

Dear familia, I'm sorry you forgot what dinner is really like. I'm sorry you've had no clean socks. Or shirts, Bryson. Or jeans, Carson. Or anything Lee. I would apologize to you Camdon that you wore the same clothes for 3 days on end but i think you kinda like it.

Dear sweet hubby, I'm sorry about the new cuss words I learned. It's just that I never thought to use them like that or thought to combine them with other simple adjectives, it was a fun game coming up with new combinations. Those construction workers are so darn clever!

I'm sorry i've gained a million pounds. More bounce to the ounce, right? :}

I'm sorry my legs have been extra furry.

Dear friends, I'm sorry i became rugged. I'm sorry my hair was never brushed and I wore the same two pairs of jeans and t-shirts all the time. I'm sorry I ditched you for my new friends, friends that spend their free time perusing the aisles of Home Depot instead of the mall, who admire tool belts instead of purses, who wear steel-toed boots instead of Uggs.

Dear reliable 'ol suburban, I'm sorry you weren't washed for 6 straight months. I'm sorry you were riddled with dirty copies of house plans, empty thirstbuster cups, sunflower seeds in the console, and papers strewn all over the car with names, phone numbers and measurements scribbled all over them.

I'm back!