Ok, so once again, I have no right to come back after ignoring blogworld for so long. (let me remind you there are 30 posts in November should you get bored! LOL) Anyway, life has been great. It's been playing out like some movie soundtrack from the mod university station. And I'm pretty content.
My mom has been working her butt off taking care of my little family, cooking, cleaning, sorting through my kids old clothes, and everything else that I should be doing--hence the main reason for not being very active in blogworld. It's one thing if I'm "working on the computer" when the kids are around, (it doesn't matter to them if I'm paying bills, doing dictation, checking my e-mail, or blogging)--to them, it's all "work". However having guests at home who are doing MY job as a mom kind of changes the whole blogging priority of my "work", and it has become muy limited.
I have so many things to write, black socks, Walgreens, new haircut (now I look just like Victoria Beckham minus the boobs), my little ballerina, the Nutcracker, date nights (a RARE occasion for us but my mom totally ROCKS), the list goes on and on.
However, as I sit here at 11 o'clock at night, I can hear my mom downstairs washing my dishes and putting away my kids' toys for the night.
And.I.cannot.be.here.
xxoo
My mom has been working her butt off taking care of my little family, cooking, cleaning, sorting through my kids old clothes, and everything else that I should be doing--hence the main reason for not being very active in blogworld. It's one thing if I'm "working on the computer" when the kids are around, (it doesn't matter to them if I'm paying bills, doing dictation, checking my e-mail, or blogging)--to them, it's all "work". However having guests at home who are doing MY job as a mom kind of changes the whole blogging priority of my "work", and it has become muy limited.
I have so many things to write, black socks, Walgreens, new haircut (now I look just like Victoria Beckham minus the boobs), my little ballerina, the Nutcracker, date nights (a RARE occasion for us but my mom totally ROCKS), the list goes on and on.
However, as I sit here at 11 o'clock at night, I can hear my mom downstairs washing my dishes and putting away my kids' toys for the night.
And.I.cannot.be.here.
xxoo
I hear you on that one. My parents have come over every day for a month to work on my house renovations with me. No WAY can I blog. The guilt kills me!
ReplyDeleteI'm two states above you if and when you get tired of the help!!
ReplyDeleteTotally understand! But you've never mentioned that you got your haircut! I want pictures pronto.
ReplyDeleteLove ya!
Just know your loved! Hooray for mom's!
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