Look, I’ve been busy.
No? Crappy excuse?
Yeah, it IS a crappy excuse. We’ve been going nonstop since the beginning of August, and it’s not like I don’t have things to write about. I have L-O-A-D-S to write about. Every time I’m away from the laptop, blog posts write themselves in my head, streaming against the walls of my brain like silly string, verbose and witty and all confessional-like.
But the problem is, when I actually sit down at the laptop, I have ten quazillion things to actually do, so much so that I don’t have time to write anything. Shockingly enough, I actually have a job. A real job, a job I get paid for. And it’s a job that I really, really, really like, and I enjoy doing it.
However, horror of horrors, I do not have childcare. So the work of my job gets done during naptimes and evenings - late, late evenings, filled with frantic emails and skype chats and gdocs with a bunch of other moms who are doing the same thing as me and more, way more - and by the time that’s all done I’m done in. And now I’m sick, in fact we’re ALL sick, and I have zero excess energy for anything period. And so the blog posts remain on the insides of my brain, droopy, old silly string falling off the walls, losing words and turns of phrase by the second.
So I really want to tell you about my trip to London, the city filled with ghosts, and all the fun I had with my camera and seeing a completely new vision of the city I love with my newfangled photo skillz. And I really want to tell you about the end of summer and how for me the end of summer is a goddamned relief instead of something to mourn. And I really want to tell you about my kid, and how awesome she is, and how she’s already outgrowing Elmo in favour of Thomas and how it’s kind of breaking my heart a little bit.
And I will tell you about all these things.
Soon.
