I feel like I have been unfaithful. LOL
So many of you have told me you enjoy reading my silly words & thoughts, and I enjoy writing down my craziness for all of the world to read. Why then do I slack off and fail to write?
If I knew the answer to that....then it wouldn't happen.
Most people would assume the following:
"Well, good grief, you have 8 kids....you don't have TIME to blog"
....and, in fact, I could hide behind that reason with no problem.
It's not true.
See, I have plenty of time. I run a very tight ship (READ: the kids DO leave me alone for more than 5 minutes at a time) & I do have an eensy weensy teeny weeny bit of time to myself. It's just....well, ya see.....I usually spend that time sewing.
Seriously, I do love to write here, so, I will try to keep it up.
Another reason I haven't written, is because I have somehow gotten into the mode of thinking whatever I write should have some deep moral or be of value to someone.
HERE'S THE FACTS, JACK:
I may not have much to say, and what I say may not have any value of any sort.
Hey....we eat Cheetos....they have no value....so....that leads me to believe that, sometimes, people do stuff-----JUST 'CAUSE!
Update on us:
The kids are growing, and doing the things that growing entails: costing me more money in clothes, taking YEARS of my time sorting out their outgrown clothes, deciding what needs to be packed away for the next one down, what needs to be kept for a keepsake (almost NEVER- who has room for THAT mess???), what is only worthy of the Goodwill bin, and what to sell (I do sell most of my kiddos church stuff, cause....well, I have to buy them MORE clothes).
SO....I just realized: I LIED!!!!!
Here is the reason, I don't write this more often....THEY DO NOT LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!
Forget the fact that I am COMPLETELY ignoring them, or that I look VERY BUSY, or that I REFUSE TO LOOK AT THEM, they just keep right on talking.
In the time it took me to type the 2 sentences above, 4 kids interrupted me...some more than once.
The moral of this story:
I can't blog because I am too old to pick up my train of thought again after listening about how we should make a birthday cake, cause it's someone's birthday....somewhere.
How Anna (or was it Ella??) was shaking her booty as she jumped on the Hullabaloo pads.
How ......uh.....someone hit that little boy that lives here with a bobby pin...
How that kid will just DIE without some crackers.....before dinner....in an hour.
I'll be back as soon as I can.