So, you may have noticed that I haven't been posting or commenting as much lately. And I'm going to choose to believe that you care about this (because really, isn't the internet all about fooling yourself and/or others?).
Ever since Hot Guy went into the hospital in April, I've been sort of a mess. Being surprisingly preggers (and all its attendant tests and fears - which turned out to be for NOTHING, he's fine), getting into a car accident, losing my job and suddenly needing a new car probably have not helped. As a consequence, I have grown lethargic, my house has grown messy and horrifically disorganized, my posts have (mostly) been lame, other bloggers' talents have stopped inspiring me, my inbox is overflowing with emails that deserve replies and depression threatens the whole damn family. All I have done properly is mother. And you know that's going to go out the window soon if I have nothing else.
And then I read this book: Lighting Up: How I Stopped Smoking, Drinking, and Everything Else I Loved in Life Except Sex: A Memoir. And I was reminded that I don't have to let everything fall apart just because one (or two) things have. And that while we've had a lot of stress lately, we are exceptionally blessed to have each other and our kiddos.
So I've been working on getting my life back. I've cleaned and reorganized the house. I've gone through Lovebug's clothes to determine what can be handed down to the new baby. I've started exercising. I've done paperwork I'm behind on. My list - the list that lives on our calendar and has just grown longer and longer lately - is halfway erased and I've only been working on it for forty-eight hours.
Give me another couple of days and I'll be my old self again - posting and commenting with abandon.
Thanks for putting up with me. And in the interests of being my highly organized self, I'm going to update my sidebar. Leave me a comment if your blog is missing, okay?
