Keeping to Myself

I have been non-existent the last six weeks and all that time has sadly passed by undocumented, but not without reason. And although I may be as unproductive as that solar panel at night…

Here’s what I have been doing:

Craving Chocolate, but still staying true to my Resolution, though the intensity of it has been given new meaning

Avoiding stinky diapers at all costs – which is hard to do with a toddler running around

Giving this way too much face time

Cringing at each little ear-splitting noise

Spending the majority of my time on this, where I occasionally play referee, but mostly just tell the kids to take care of themselves

Crying. Lots of crying. Like at the drop of a hat. For some very big reasons. But mostly for ridiculously small reasons.

Avoiding the grocery store,

AND the sink piled high with dirty dishes,

 

AND raw meats – sometimes even cooked ones,

 

AND definitely avoiding any and all Meal Planning and especially Cooking!

[each of those things I am avoiding are simply impossible to accomplish without giving that toilet even more face time]

You see, when we packed up for our long and winding summer trip, we left something behind. Something in the bathroom wastebasket. Something that brought a smile to our faces each time we thought of it during our many hours in the car.

And when we returned, that something was glaring at us full-force - in a way that no longer brought a smile to our faces. Until we took the time to think about it again. And remembered the miracle of life inside me. And the precious opportunity we have to bring a perfect little spirit into our imperfect Palmer clan.

I just hope I can make it that long!