
Well I would like to think I am officially back. Truth be told, I have been hiding.
Keeping up on entries is a fine science for me. I have to have a few things for it to happen. I need to be in the mood, this usually means no grumps. (Otherwise when I write, I get a bunch of random “make Carol feel better” emails and comments. I know - this isn’t really the place for heavy rants. Only the funny ones that make me giggle the whole time I am writing.
Those are my favorite anyway.) So for a good update stream to happen, I need the mood, and the topics, and of course - the time. Oh the time. When my mom came to play in the beginning of April, she helped me get my household organized. She also helped me establish a routine for simple day to day progress. That is exactly why I haven’t been on to update in over a month. I have been trying to keep in line with a routine which always feels like I am just barely making the cut. As I type, I have to block out the fact that my house is disgusting. I have to remind myself that Ethan has been working two jobs, and I cant expect to have a spotless house.
Just remember, these entries are coming from a girl who has to talk herself into leaving the house to go to the mailbox. Sad I know, but it is true. So for me to establish a routine of openeing myself up for someone else’s reading eyes, it can be a little to much sometimes. So please be patient, and understanding. THANKS! And with that, enjoy the next few days filled with updates. YAY!
Nana
I’m glad you’re back. And who needs mail anyway? Besides, going to the mailbox would mean getting dressed, and the neighbors might see you, or you could get hoeplessly lost and that’s no fun at all! The sun’s coming out today. Enjoy!
IT'S ME
you are so pretty in this photo
to which you are supposed to reply “thanks”
to which i respond “so it’s true you think you are pretty”
and then we are offically the new cast for mean girls two! =-)
love and miss you bunches
Tatiana
Yay for updates, and comment boxes! And alas, I too hate going to check the mail, I mean two kids, one bump and a flight of stairs…egh. I do it for them though.