It’s been a bit quiet around here lately. It’s not that I have run out of things to say — more than that the nights are filled with too much stuff, and if I push too much to get it all finished, I find myself slipping into a kind of edge state that isn’t healthy for anyone. I snap too easily, miss too much, and can’t be the kind of parent (or co-worker) I want to be.
And so something has to give.
This time it’s the blog, and yes, a few other things too — the laundry piles are high, my front hallway is covered with clothes and books and bags and all the things we’re too tired to pick up, and I’m eating all the chocolate in a desperate attempt to keep on going.
I’m not sharing this for sympathy. I write this because sometimes it helps to see behind the shiny social media profiles into the dirt-smudged reality that is life. Mine is messy and overwhelming and sometimes joyful, sometimes furious. I’m sure I’m not the only one who lives this way. I’m grateful for the chaos at least some of the time.
It’ll get easier after June. At least I think it will. Stay tuned…