oh, my dear blog . . .
I haven't forgotten about you. No.
It's just that lately you hang over my head, along with a whole host of other little annoying buzzy things poised there with an insistent tapping hammer reminding me of all the million things I need to do and don't, want to do and can't, intend to do and never get around to.
To keep the tapping noise to a minimum, I tend to block it all out in one big fell swoop and the casualties are many. Believe me.
It's not that I don't care.
It's not that I have nothing to say.
It's not that I am bored of blogging.
It is partly that Zac was out of town last week, leaving me with 4 sick kids and me sick myself, which threw all kinds of wrenches in my overall well-being and equilibrium. Then . . . ohh . . . I'm behind in just about everything I can think of and very swiftly sinking further behind by every second.
I guess you don't really need all the gruesome details. I know I get overdramatic and perhaps tend to wallow a little bit in my own swampy creations of overwhelmedness sometimes. So. Uh. I'll just stop there.
Thanks for still being here for me. Or something.
later . . .