I know, I know.
The blog has been quiet. Crickets, really.
This is one of the reasons that I have never hopped on that "Let's use this blog to earn a ton of money" bandwagon. I just don't have it in me. I write what's real, what inspires me, and what stresses me out when the words are ready to appear. Sometimes that doesn't happen every day.
Sometimes it takes two weeks.
Especially on weeks when plans change, nights get later and mornings get tougher, when consuming a total of five cupcakes within a 24 hour period seems like a fantastic idea.
Not that I did that or anything.
Three of them were those mini cupcakes, so those only count as one and a half.
I'm overwhelmed by the days of transition ahead - when Camp ends and along with it, my days as a stay-at-home mom. I'm stumbling my way through the search for a caregiver for my kids without even knowing the difference between a nanny and a babysitter, worrying that I'm going to find someone I love only to discover I can't afford them or that they turn out to be even crazier than me.
In a related matter, next week is my first week at my new job and the coffee shop is closed. I also have no idea what to wear.
We ran out of toilet paper.
As in, not a single square to be found in the entire house. This delightful development took place while our middle son, who has "bathroom issues," was perched on the potty in a rather precarious predicament. (Couldn't resist the alliteration potential on that one.)
Nothing. NOTHING will send a morning routine into Code Red faster than running completely out of toilet paper.
I went to a Lady Antebellum concert on Saturday and came about as close as I ever have in my life to getting into a fist fight. Now by "close," I mean that the mean women in front of me started picking on my friend I was with and my mouth fell open in shock and my brain was racing with thoughts of how to provide them with a much-needed attitude adjustment while avoiding behavior akin to something you might see on an episode of Keeping up with the Kardashians. Fortunately, my quick-thinking, level-headed friend handled herself beautifully and we only had to put up with these obnoxious women for the duration of the entire concert, but at least nobody got punched or thrown out.
My kids are currently watching The Wizard of Oz and asking me tons of questions as they try to reconcile the events and characters with what they already know to be true based on the soundtrack to Wicked. My middle kid still hasn't come to terms with the fact that Elphaba isn't really evil despite her pursuit of Dorothy with her creepy flying monkey minions and my oldest is more concerned with clarifying that the Scarecrow is in fact the Wicked Witch's secret boyfriend.
Maybe tomorrow we should stick to Frozen and Veggie Tales.
It's been a week of disappointments, celebrations, long days, late nights, sunburns, and puffy eyes. I'm kind of in a place where I have so much that I want to write about that I feel paralyzed about even where to begin. A long overdue Stitch Fix post? A recap of the fattening food we ate in Savannah? The tale of the tattoo contest at the Wisconsin State Fair? All are dancing around in my brain, just waiting to be given the words.
But right now I'm feeling way too fat from all those cupcakes and way too tired to even try. Must be the sugar crash. Thank goodness Woodmans sells those ginormous jugs of Starbucks iced coffee now.
So that's where I'm at.
How are you?