I don’t really write anymore, which is lame. Writing is a good way for me to set my brain free, process my thoughts and unpack my feelings.
In exchange for that single moment of elation after I put the dinner dishes away and don’t have to immediately yank the lunch fixings out of the fridge to assemble school meals for the next day, comes the starknes
“I’m going to play ‘Mommy,’” she declared. Then she asked me to curl her hair just like I do mine.
Then she asked for some lipstick. Then she asked for some money to go and buy a coffee.
Oh, these days are full. Annual visits from dearly loved aunties:
Brin turned two:
Avelyn started Grade One:
And Karenna had her first day of Junior Kindergarten.
Avelyn is getting used to her new glasses.
The older girls danced beautifully at their year-end ballet recital.
I’ve been working too much, but that’s the name of the game.
Somewhere along the line I became one of those people who only blogs once a month. When I first started blogging, I was so into it and would easily pound out five posts a week, loving every minute of it.