Spring hath sproinged.

I don’t care if that’s a word, I’m using it, so there

Even with sick kids, I can feel my mood finally lifting. I’m actually feeling energetic for a change. If I can get the power issues with my van solved, we’ll have a *very* good summer. Hopefully with a good bit of travelling around (providing I can scrounge the money).

I pulled my personals ads. It got too depressing to log on and have -0- replies, or worse yet -0- matches. I have decided to accept the fact that I will probably be single until my children are grown. No, I’m not really crazy about it, but I’ll survive. There are worse things than being single (thank you, first husband, for teaching me that lesson).

Good news, though! The NC RennFaire is coming, and on Alannah’s birthday too! I’m gonna surprise her with a trip there. I wish we were going in costume, but I busted my bodice in my last pregnancy and haven’t a) had the time to replace it and b) haven’t had the sewing area even if I WANTED to sew. So I’ll be Mundane Jane with a baby in a backpack *shrugs*. If accosted, my story is that I’m a time traveller. Or some such believable nonsense.