Gentle Reader, I am alive.
A few of you have expressed concern at my longer than normal silence (which did make me feel loved, unless you are all a bunch of stalkers and then I feel alarmed.) But I am here to say I am alive and mostly intact.
The Thanksgiving holidays happened (lovely food, lovely family, lovely friends), not to mention homeschooling has been as intense and time consuming as ever (die pre-algebra, die.)
To add to my somewhat hectic schedule I managed over the weekend to break the two smallest toes on one of my feet. In my defense, I am pretty sure the computer table was out to get me and consciously moved as I walked past. Deliberate acts of furniture terrorism are never pretty, but this seemed particularly malicious.
My two sweet little toes, that I never realized were so crucial to walking, are black and purple all over. My oldest daughter, Trinity, claims they look as if they have suffered from a dark curse, much like Dumbledore’s arm in The Half-Blood Prince (my favorite of all the Harry Potter novels.) So, I’ve just been telling people that I stepped on a Horcrux. It’s easier than trying to explain the fascist political theories of terrorist furniture and their agenda against people walking properly.
I do apologize, though, for all the silence lately. I had toyed with the idea of, perhaps, giving up the blogging gig altogether. I rationalized to myself that my schedule is too busy and that few people would really notice if I left the internet. But then I realized that I like writing. I honestly, promisedly enjoy writing things that make people laugh or chronicling the small moments in life.
I also realized that everyone has the same twenty-four hours in a day, not a minute more or less. Time is the great equalizer, forcing all of us to prioritize our lives to fit within the same parameters. As a mother, especially a homeschooling one, my life will always be a careful balancing act of avoiding the Horcruxes that litter my path. But, if I give up doing all the things I love in my artful dodging and grooving through life, then was it really a life after all?
So I made a turkey day resolution (which are much cooler than New Year’s resolutions, just so you know. Tryptophan epiphanies rock.) to start making time for more of the things I enjoy- especially writing on the ol’ blog. Hopefully, that translates to more posts, more often. At least, that’s the goal.
So until next time, my internet peeps, cherish your baby toes and try to enjoy your life as you sidestep any obstacles (especially vindictive desks) in your path.
Talk to you soon.