Okay. So, I’ve been a little missing-in-action lately. I have no real solid excuse other than the fact that I’ve had laundry up the wazoo, a voluntarily working-from-home husband who still refuses to occasionally drive his computer-savvy arse to the office thereby refusing to afford me fleeting moments of freedom from staring at the back of his head all day, a 7 year-old who has decided that she’s not really “in” to having a clean bedroom and an almost 4 year-old son who has adopted “But, mom, I wanna be a good boy” as his catchall phrase.
In other words, I’ve been a little busy. And if I’ve learned anything over the last 7 years as a mother I have learned that when I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed I need to let some things go. If even for a bit.
I’ve certainly let things go in the past when feeling the pressure o’ life creeping up my back. Unfortunately, those “things” have typically been comprised of diet plans and workout routines. But this time, in my forever quest for a healthier me, I have been sticking to nightly dates with my walking shoes and back episodes of Gilmore Girls, and have had to let The Suburban Life slide on to my drastically under-utilized back burner.
But, I’m back now and hoping to keep up with posting my random musings with a little more frequency. I definitely notice an increase in unpleasant domestic relations with every decrease in blog posts (and I’m pretty sure my hubby Jer would agree.) Blog writing has become a very therapeutic outlet for me and my wayward thoughts and without that outlet I tend to leak a bit of sarcasm at unnecessary moments. I’m working on it. No one likes a spontaneous leaker. Or any leaker for that matter. Moving on.
It being Friday, I would like to wish everyone a fantastic weekend. We have what could possibly be the very last of our bright and sunny days coming up and it might just motivate me to do something outdoorsy. Like hiking. Or yardwork.
Oh. Who am I kidding?