When you live in a houseful of boys, you will talk more about bodily functions than you ever thought was possible.
This year, Sauce coined the term "clogger." Need I explain?
I didn't think so.
For the last several months my brain has had a clogger. I knew it was bad when I overheard my in-laws say to my beloved that I quit blogging altogether.
Not so in my head. Just so on the screen.
Let me tell you the thought process I have been struggling with: The school year started in a whirlwind and I found that my schedule was busier than I thought. Much to my surprise, there was no time to get pedicures, eat bon bons, watch soap operas, or read romance novels. Forget keeping a clean kitchen too.
Sure, I have more time to myself, but it is in VERY small chunks, and my running around meeting buses, volunteering in classes, and squeezing in errands (these pesky men still want to eat - the nerve!) dominates that time.
When some time had passed and I realized that I missed blogging about Halloween, Thanksgiving, our gaggle of visitors, and even Christmas, I felt like,
"WTF" (no I would never say that!) "Where do I start?"
There are so many great things going on in our lives right now. I am just having a clogger in getting back in the rhythm of telling them. So, for the month of February, I'm going to work to get back into the habit of telling our stories. And if that habit sticks, I'll be back for good.
You can thank this chick for kicking me into gear. She is a real writer - go see her stuff and get ready to laugh. (Are you happy now Nat?)