That didn't last long, huh?
Anyway. Here's the thing. I'm trying to live my life, not just bounce between blog posts. And I spend way too much time on Facebook and stupid games, and this other site that I feels like a guilty pleasure (no I'm not sharing.) I've cut back on those items, and I'm trying to spend more time being productive. I don't just mean in the get the house cleaned and bills paid way. I mean in tickling my kids, going blueberry picking, making jam, etc. All the things I love to do. And here's where I struggle. I want to blog about some of these things. I want this to be like a diary of sorts of our days. But I've always sucked at keeping a diary. And it seems like I spend so much time doing the things that I enjoy, and working, that there just isn't time for the blogging stuff. I'm okay with that to a certain extent, but something has got to give a little. Because now I'm slowly losing my time to do fun stuff, and it seems all I'm doing is work, chores, chauffeuring, etc. And it's taking it's toll on my mind and body.
So I'm not going to apologize for being a bad blogger. I've come to realize that most of the people I enjoy reading don't have jobs outside of their homes. They are either freelancers or stay at home moms. And I'm not. I work a full time job with three kids. The simple fact is that I have to be up at 5:45 every morning to take my kids to school or camp or whatever and get to work on time. And then I have to leave work and spend the rest of my free time taking care of the things that need taken care of. This is the season I'm in, and it's probably not going to end for quite a few more years. I have to come to terms with this, or I have to figure out how to no longer be a worker bee.
This is a work in progress. We shall see.