In case you haven't noticed, I have a case of the Blog Blahs.
Lately, it seems like blogging is the thing I just don't have time for. I work, I transport kids hither and yon, I shop, I try (but fail) to keep a clean house, I tackle giant heaps of laundry with all the zeal of a child digging through a mountain of sand with a teaspoon. I cook because I enjoy it, and because someone's gotta feed the boys and their ever-increasing appetites. And when everything goes according to plan, it's good, but when something happens that causes a deviation? It all crumbles and then something's gotta give and, when placed on the triage board, "write blog post" always slips to the bottom of the list.
Take yesterday for example. Bubta (the 8th grader) went to pull a gallon of milk out of the fridge exactly one minute before he had to leave to catch the school bus, and in his haste, he sent a large bottle of vanilla creamer crashing to the floor, spreading its sticky ooze into a very large puddle. He offered to stay to clean it up, but that would have meant him missing the bus and me dropping him at school, which would have made me even later than if I just cleaned it up myself.
And then yesterday afternoon? Soup Husband Curt called at 5pm to inform me that the Jeep had a flat tire in the parking lot of his new job, which is an hour from home. So, while he took care of that, he was suddenly out of play for Plan A, which was for him to come home and get dinner for Bubta and the Boss while I shuttled Peezer to Caroling Angels choir practice at church. Instead of using Peezer's rehearsal time to knock off some shopping, I sat in traffic, delivered McDinner to the older boys at home, then went back to pick up Peezer, then drove to the tire store to meet Curt, who was dropping off the Jeep, which we sincerely hope needs only a tire patch and not a new set and wait, did she say "tire store"?Yes. Yes, I did. Because you see, it was too late to drop the car at the Goodyear store that I like and trust, but the NTB was still open, and conveniently located, and DAMN IT ALL, when you depend on having two cars so that five schedules can be effectively managed, you can't afford to have a flat tire putting one car out of commission. So, gawd help me, we're putting our faith in the shop that required five trips to get a tire pressure sensor fixed after we bought four new tires.
Anyway, the not blogging bums me out because it's something I really LIKE doing. I have a couple of good ideas for posts, too. I actually jotted notes down for the obligatory "things I'm thankful post" but didn't have time before we left for Thanksgiving weekend to post it. I have a Thanksgiving recap, too, and a lot of great photos. I'd love to kick around the Tiger Woods thing, because the issues are perennial. My cousin (hi Smerz!) wants me to blog about eating homemade sugar cookies and drinking milk at our grandma's table, a hundred years ago when we were kids. I haven't told you anything about Curt's new job, and my sister just adopted a second son, so I have a new nephew. My mom just celebrated a milestone birthday, and I wanted to mortify honor her with some pictures and stories.
So you see, there's material here.
I have no right to expect that any of my six readers will keep coming back here to see if I've written anything new when my posts are once a week or even less frequent. And honestly, with all the extra activities that happen in December, the blogging deck is not stacked in my favor. So all I can do is ask for your patience and your loyalty. Keep checking back, OK? And I'll try to get some of this stuff posted here soon.
