I played the game, I dropped the ball...

Confession.  This is the first time in a full week that I actually signed into my Blogger account.
If you wrote something beautiful or witty or funny last week - chances are I didn't read it.
Not for lack of wanting.  I just simply have been without the time to do it.
I need to have a tag for my posts in which I talk about not having enough hours in the day, but for now - just know this is one of those kind of posts. 

When I was in school I almost never made excuses.  Mostly because I'm a terrible liar and excuses are usually the things you say so you don't have to tell the truth.  Well, here's a bunch of excuses for why I haven't been around lately.  But, I can assure you of this - it is the God's honest truth.  And while I'm being honest, it's really just another post in order to put off writing the stuff that is usually the meat and potatoes of New Mom on the Blog - snarky, parenting humor.  I have lots and lots of ideas, but haven't the foggiest idea how I will ever put all of those ideas into words.  Which is exactly why this blog is for fun and why I will never make a career as a writer.  (Can you imagine?  We'd starve to death!)

My Top Five Excuses for being a Bad Blogger


1.   Validation

Validation is a wonderful thing.  So wonderful, in fact, that when our administration took special note of the validation training my DBT team did, I volunteered to help put on a training for the entire facility.  Fast forward about a year and a half later and I had to make good on that offer.  These trainings had to be given during all 3 of our shifts, which meant that several times in the past week, I had to get up at 4:30 am.  Being lucid for a training before dawn?  Difficult.  Writing a witty blog after it?  Forget it.  AND, to make matters worse.  The lack of sleep made me lose my voice something terrible and after a night of coughing my poor little head off, I took my first sick day of the year.  No.  Seriously.  OF THE YEAR.

2.  Laundry

Yes.  It is a never ending job.  And to make matters worse, after a seemingly overnight growth spurt, The Incredible Hulk (he's my son, in case you forgot during my extended absence), needed all new clothes.  Seriously.  Nothing fit him.  All of the sudden.  But, this couldn't happen during a time when the weather stayed a consistent temperature.  NO.  It happened when a temperature swing of about 40 degrees Fahrenheit is just about the norm.  Which means I went out and purchased a full wardrobe and washed it all - only to turn around and have to buy another full wardrobe and wash all of that.  I completed all of this around the same time I realized he was already growing out of the size I bought.  Someone.  Make it stop.

3.  The Quilt

A few months ago, I got this great idea to make a quilt out of TIH's old receiving blankets.  It is seriously the best thing I've ever done.  However, it takes a lot of work. And time. And a lot of patience.  Our Cups Runneth Over has expressed interest in doing a blog post about the project - so at least that's something for the future of blogging.  I'm even in the process of picking out a sewing machine.  To buy.  ME.  The most undomesticated person in the whole history of ever.

4.  My Family

Oh, yeah.  Them.  It's probably important that if I'm going to write a blog about the life of being a wife/mom, that I should actually...be a wife/mom sometimes.

5.  These. Stupid. Books.

Like crack.  In book form.

In truth, they are not stupid.  They are wonderful.  I actually have had to physically restrain myself from getting the third book so I can get some freaking stuff done around my house.  I read the last 5 pages of the second book sitting in the church parking lot before Mass.  It's just ridiculous, my friends.  I recommend them to all of you.  I also recommend that you write a formal apology to your family and friends for ignoring them for the next few days.  Because you will ignore them.


So, consider this my formal apology, blog world.   I have dropped the ball of being a blogger in this ever-present juggling act.  I swear, I trying to pick it back up.  I love you all and I am slowly working on reading  your lovely posts, maybe even writing some comments, and getting back to all of your emails and correspondence.  You know I could never be away for too long.

I mean, until I get my hands on a copy of Mockingjay.

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