Dear Blog: Sorry.

Oh poor, poor neglected blog. In the face of work and children and eating and sleeping and laundry that just won't DO ITSELF, ALREADY, you are the one who gets the shaft. The big ol' ignore-you-till-you-start-to-cry kind of shaft. (Not that we ever do that around here, nosirree!)

Well today, dear blog, I think I might have heard you start to whimper.

So here I am. I can be a mother to my sons (and my dog,) a wife, a Production Manager for an Environmental Education Charity, a laundry queen, a soap lady, and a blogger all at once, oh yes I can. It's a matter of priorities, and when sleeping moves way, way down on the list, it's amazing the amount of shit one can actually get done!

You don't want to hear my excuses, dear blog, about why I haven't been around. They're numerous, and even valid, but they're not unlike many others out there. Work, children, laundry, commute, eat, hang out, clean (oh wait, I don't do that,) shower (on occasion,) blah blah blah. I said you didn't want to hear them, so I'm going to shaddup about them.

We've turned our world up side down in the past few weeks, and truth be told, it hasn't been that bad. It's bordering on great even, and we've kind of got our groove on in all directions. The kids are happy, and tired, from full days at school for G, and daycare for C. They're a bit cranky by the end of the day, but its nothing that food, and snuggles, and early to bed won't fix.

Food, snuggles and early to bed...it works for grown ups too.

Of course, swimming along at a happy pace is never just enough, there's always SOMETHING extra that we have to be doing. Status quo? Hells no. There has to be something on top of the 6 jobs and the trying to keep everyone fed and in clean clothes that keeps you, you know...busy.

(I am no good at sitting still.)

The awesome thing is that this "something" feels exciting!

I love those times in our life when the future feels exciting, and prosperous, and new, and big, and tangible, instead of those times when it's just one day to the next to the next, just hoping to get your pants on the right leg and your sweater on right side out.

It's fun to daydream, but it's also fun to make dreams come true, and I feel like we just may be on our way to doing that.

(Cryptic enough for you?)

So, back to you, blog. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm sorry for ignoring you. It's not that I haven't been thinking of you, I really have, its just that you're up there among a whole pant-load of things jockeying for space in my brain. But I miss you. And Steve misses me missing you. And the people are likely wondering what happened to all the cuteness that usually hangs out around here. (Right, people?)

So I promise to try harder. And I think you can promise to understand, because you're good like that.

With all the love and appreciation in the world, for blogs (and their readers) who hang tough,

xoxox,
Me.