I may have been absent lately. Quite a bit. And I swear it’s not from sheer laziness. I have read time and again how bloggers shouldn’t apologize for absences (since we have real lives and all) but I at least want to explain and update.
A while ago my husband and I were having so much fun chasing a crazy toddler while repeating ourselves over and over and cleaning goldfish out of the car upholstery that we decided to double that fun. So yeah, my current project is making a person. It’s tiny now, but nothing less than a hell raiser.
My first pregnancy was pretty much a breeze. The first few months this time around? Not so much. Snapping at co-workers for imagined infractions? Check. Almost crying when my daughter would not sit down at the restaurant? Nailed it. Nausea that brought me to near non-functioning status? Oh yeah. So instead of coming home and doing something, I would come home to nap, make the fastest dinner ever and then go to bed an hour after my daughter. I pretty much rocked the bare essentials of running the house, and sadly, blogging falls pretty far behind paying bills and taking out the trash. I don’t want to beat the point to death, but my biggest sacrifice with kids so far has been changing my bed time. No more 2 or 3 a.m. for me. For a few weeks, I was crashing at 8:30. I wasn’t even hitting the bars or clubs before…I just hit my creative stride at midnight. Or I did. But are they both worth it? Totally. And I mean that in the least sappy way possible.
So no Firestarter Friday (because heaven forbid I ever work ahead) and no updates at all this past week. But the good news is, I am getting my strength back up and am ready to get back into the swing of things. Oh, so ready.