Just when you thought my jet lag was fatal, I'm back.

I know I've said this a lot, but I swear it didn't used to be this hard to blog about stuff.

Maybe I'll try to fix that.

I'll just write about whatever comes to mind, and I won't worry boring you.

I say that a lot, too.

So, here we go...

This week has been a little distracting what with Busy Girl's volleyball season gearing up, and Busy Boy going off to camp.

As for volleyball, it's the school season coming up. I don't get to go to those practices, so, my digital dumplings, you'll be spared the blow by blow of my boredom, unlike club season.

She's excited, but finds herself in a unique situation that she wasn't expecting, so she is going to have to work extra hard, and she has a bit of a load on her shoulders.

In other sporting news, Busy D. had his first indoor soccer game the other day.

If you're not familiar with indoor, it's kind of like hockey. It's fast paced and a lot of fun, he loved it.

He played goalie a lot, and obviously the coach did not follow my directive of "No Busys in the Goal."

You see, both Busy Girl and Busy Boy played goalie at the same time, so I was the mother of the goalie for many years.

I am done.

No Busys in the Goal.

I even taught Busy D. to say that when he was very small, but I guess it didn't work.

Also up for Busy D. is his first season of travel soccer.

Yes, we are those people with an 8 year old in travel sports.

It's a place I never thought we'd be, but here we are.

It's not because we think he's a prodigy, or that we are going to retire on his mad professional skillz after a full ride to college or anything.

This kid has a passion for soccer, and (at least for right now), he is very good at it. He's played rec soccer since he was 3, and we were running out of people he could play with.

He's not very big, so it wouldn't have been wise to move him up to the next age group, though he had to be moved up to the middle school group at soccer camp so he wouldn't hurt the little kids.

I know it's fashionable to declare that your kids all stay home and play with an unstructured block of wood or something, but we've never had a one with this kind of passion for anything before, and we feel like we need to give him the chance to really learn it, and put him with kids who are there to play the game like he is

We'll see how it goes.

In news that actually matters, one of my kids has a friend that's been diagnosed with a potentially life-threatening illness.

The whole thing has just consumed me. I cannot imagine.

I really need to get myself together, though, because I don't know the family all that well, and am afraid I may flail on the ground and wail the next time I see them, and that would be awkward, I suppose.

I finally bought my plane ticket to BlogHer, so I won't have to drive to New York from here after all.

I hate buying plane tickets.

It's not that I don't know how, I just always second guess myself about prices, times, routes, etc. and I wallow in indecision.

It's much easier when people do it for me, and I just fly when my ticket says.

I'm ready for BlogHer. It's time to get away and relax with thousands of my closest friends.

Speaking of friends, I've (still) never "met anyone for coffee".

You know how people with actual friends they can see are always 'meeting for coffee"?

I've never done that.

I've also never "savored" a bowl-sized cup of coffee with both hands like you see in all the stock photos of "women" and "moms", because that's totally how we drink it.

I feel cheated on both accounts, really.

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