So I haven’t done a very good job of posting lately. I love to blog. Even as my vocabulary slowly continues to diminish due to concentrated hours upon hours spent with preschoolers. Thanks for continuing to click on willingtoriskreadytogo despite my current absence and the numerous gramatical and spelling errors you endure.
Previously, J’s job required him to be gone overnight roughly once per week. His schedule was erratic and the thing that got me through the many evenings without him over the past year was blogging. I seldom wrote any other time. During the day, I speak the aforementioned ‘preschool’ all day, do laundry, and cook and hold sweet SK every chance I get. If J is home in the evenings, I treasure the time with him and never want to blog. Only when he is gone do I blog to fill the void of time without him.
Now, our lives have completely changed. N started school. 9:00 to noon, Monday through Friday. An hour and a half per day in the car. Two interrupted naps for poor little SK. My years of adding chauffeur to the list of mom duties have begun. My head is spinning as we all try to adjust to this new schedule. I should be able to get more done with one less kid around but it just isn’t working that way. We are in the process of figuring out how to structure our days. On the other hand, J is home 2 more hours per day because his wonderful new job does not require a commute. We have celebrated the Lord’s goodness in many different ways:
Chocolate truffles on the “You’re Special Today” plate honoring J’s last day of work and the accomplishment of completing a year of CPE credits and an arduous but amazingly fulfilling year of hospital chaplaincy.
Pinch cake, our family’s favorite breakfast, celebrating the first day of his week long vacation between jobs.
We’ve also celebrated with times of family worship, working in the yard together and all piling on the couch in pajamas to watch the Cowboys. These things that only came once and awhile due to his previous job’s work schedule are now being woven into the fabric of our every day lives.
Sooner or later, blogging will find its place in my life again. ~Maybe next week.
