Several people have pointed out to me that I haven’t written in a while. (And by several people I mean my mom and husband – hi people). ALL YEAR to be precise. I mean, not a single entry in January. Terrible and lame, I know. There are lots of reasons why, time being the number 1 factor. I’ve logged a zillion hours this month sewing, followed by a billion hours running, a million hours chasing children, and the rest of the hours sleeping, shopping for food, cooking the food and ignoring the state of my house. Bet you didn’t know there were so many hours in a month, did you?
As we wrap up January (happy birthday mama!!) I find myself pondering things like tubes in ones ears as well as getting ones tubes tied. Summer camp is heavily on my mind, which is bizarre as technically, it’s still January. Daily I’m battling the 4′s as well as the “why why why?” of the 2-year-old. I don’t know know how to keep on top of my house so I don’t even try and we’re drowning in crap. There aren’t enough hours in the day to get done what I’d like to get done and I can’t help but think that when Patrick’s in school 3-4 days a week next year, I’ll have more time. But that’s 8 months from now and isn’t going to help me today. And why am I willing my kids time away?
So really, my life is the same as ever. Busy and crazy but good and we’re all happy and healthy. Now that I’ve taken a month plus off from my little blog, I’ll try to get back to writing more often. Not that anyone’s reading anymore. Except for my mom and Paul, that is….