On Being Missed

My husband, a very busy – hurried – relentlessly overworked man, frowned at me from across the Valentines dinner we were sharing.  A stolen moment that up until even then, we had not been sure would happen. 

“It’s a sad day when you’re too busy to write on your blog”.  He made a frowny face.  I smiled.  “really?  what do you mean?” I probed. 

“Well, it’s just you haven’t written any of your posts…you know what I mean…the long ones that get everyone in the gut.  It’s been a while.  Lots of pictures, and those are good…but…I miss your writing…a lot.”  I was flattered – truly.

And I guess he’s right.   I haven’t written a whole lot lately.  Not that I don’t have thoughts about this or that, or long posts about some dramatic thing or another swirling around in my head – I do!  I just lack the time and effort it takes for me to get them out.  My only free time is at night.  Usually, late.  So it comes down to this: Sleep or blog.  Sleep or blog.  What would you do? 

I’m trying out a new normal – which includes a blooming Blog Design business (woot woot!) and a return to work (thankfully and once again, from my home).  It also includes a very busy husband who cannot be home as often as either of us would like (you can figure out how fun that is after several days - alone with two children...who I sometimes feel could eat me alive and no one would notice...like a crazy lady with too many cats....but I digress)  I have a husband who could likely sleep for weeks straight if left uninterrupted (bless him).  But for the children who are the self-appointed Sleep Deprivation Duo.  But for the children we could both sleep for weeks.  Like mummies in a tomb. Mummies, I tell you.  Asleep mummies who don't speak.  Just lay there.  Wrapped up.  Sleeping....(sigh)

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{lost in thought about sleep now...can you ever have too much sleep?  I don't really think so.  I'm tired just thinking about it.  Does the mummification involve chocolate?  Some sort of chocolate layer on the inside that I can sort of eat my way out, if necessary?  I could totally be on board with that, or whatever.}

ahem.  Ok.

So yes, lots to tell and say and write about.  No time.  And – oh, the children.  So much to say there too.  So many fun things to share.  They are wonderful and a mess – all in the same breath. 

I’m sorry.  Sorry if I have fallen back a little on the writing.  Sorry for my lackluster blogging lately.  It happens a couple times a year, I’ve noticed.  Just some apathy that usually clears up when life settles down after changes set in.  We’ve had some changes - that's for sure - and so I’m waiting for the wind to die down.  It’s coming…I can feel it…stay with me!

Meanwhile, can you stand this Risky Business boy?  This is not staged people.  I can’t make this stuff up.  He came out, did a little dance, turned on his heel and retreated to the bedroom.  But not before I got me some LOVE shots.

**ALSO – big time public apology to my parents for missing the video Valentines Day call.  {smacks forehead for 100th time} – I’m still upset about it.  Forgive me?  We love you and the gifts.  More to come on all the Valentines Day love…