Escape from Grown-up Gulag

Greetings friends!  Let me first apologize for my lengthy absence - I was trapped in a stark and cruel dimension I like to call "Real Life." I know, I know... it sends shivers down my spine as well.  Luckily, I was able to use my superhuman strength to break out of the Hades of the 21st Century (aka,  laundry that multiplies every time you pull it out of the dryer, endless seas of Lego heads, broken crayons, and Silly Bandz to vacuum, grocery shopping in the insane asylum, getting stuck behind a school bus no matter what time you leave for work, etc...).  

The whole wake up, get kid to school, go to work, pick up kid from school, cook, clean, go to bed, start again thing was admittedly an exhausting enemy to defeat. My secret, you ask??  Simple denial and irresponsibility - and a thing called Christmas vacation. Granted, the "Christmas Cookie Mess of the Century" created a small set-back but thanks to a fearless, sprinkle-fighting sister, it was overcome quickly. Anyway, I figured I'd use my brief moment of repose to check in with my fellow cape-wearing moms, dads, and assorted other grown-ups who can relate to fighting the forces of boogies as well as the boogeyman. I have escaped the Grown-Up Gulag, I'm alive and recuperating, and am looking forward to whatever new enemies are lurking under the bed.

However, the question stands:  After battling the laundry beast for three months, will I be able to muster anything to fight the forces of Indoor Sidewalk Chalk and Pocket M&M's? Will I have anything left in me to conquer the Stainless Fridge Smear?  Rest assured and stay tuned. A little "Real Life" can't stop me forever.  My powers are rejuvenating and I'm back with a vengeance. 

Coming up Soon... A battle of epic proportions for all those who have little boys...