I have been absent from my personal blog and I think it’s having an effect on me. I still muse and I still rant, but I haven’t been putting those musings or rantings into words. This is something I need to do. Lately, I feel like a single mom.  My husband is working very hard to complete his degree before he retires from the military. He is also a leader in the Boy Scout troop at our church and oh yeah, he works. His schedule is sometimes crazy. Early flight, but then class at night. A lot of times I don’t get to see him very often. Then on the weekends, he needs some down time.  I totally get this.  I need my down time, too, but I think I really need to get back to musing and ranting.  There are so many things to rant about and many things to muse about.  I don’t understand why people unload their groceries and then leave their car in the parking space next to them or even worse put the front wheels up in the median area like that makes it better.  How hard is it to take the cart to the designated cart area?  This is a musing and a rant.  The woman suing McDonald’s because she believes McDonald’s is bad for her children now that is definitely a rant.  I think I will save that one for later.  Musings about how exciting it will be for my stepdaughter to be in Brazil on her mission in April is something I muse about a lot.  Wondering if my soon to be 7 year old has ADHD is on my mind lately, too.  He will get tested in January.  Figuring out how to get organized so I can stay on top of teaching art at my son’s elementary school, counting box tops for Box Tops for Education, being the Tiger Cub den leader for my son’s den and just trying to stay sane are things I muse about on a daily basis.  I feel so behind this holiday season. I have no gifts wrapped yet. My mother in law will be here tomorrow and I still haven’t done the big scrub down on the house.  Of course, my mother in law is wonderful and she will say nothing. She will probably even tell me that she has kitchen duty.  Already I am starting to feel better. I have been feeling on edge. Little things can set me off and I hate that.  I don’t like yelling or sending kids to their rooms.  I need this. This is my therapy. I need to write. I need this space.  I need to muse and rant!