One more day of break and our family can get back into our daily groove. Our dull, boring (how many times have I heard that word in the last two weeks?) routine that, while not particularly exciting, is oh so comforting. Especially the part when I close the front door as the last child leaves for school.
My dreams of being productive turned out to be mostly that: dreams. One thing checked off my list, but that's about it.
Wanna know something really bad? I actually enjoyed not having to think about blogging for two weeks. For shame! How strange, since I never actually realized that I did think about it. I've been mulling over just stopping altogether, but I'm not sure that's the answer either. So I'm thinking that maybe going forward that I might turn off the comment option. I was going to do that in the beginning, but thought that it might seem rude or arrogant or like I don't care. But really? The more I realize that there are people out there who read this stuff, it makes me feel pressured. Pressure to be insightful or interesting or entertaining....all things that I am not. But to empty my brain and push publish without any feedback? Heaven.
Can you tell I've been in a funk? Sheesh.
I did lift my spirits yesterday by selling some things on Craiglist. It's not the selling part I like as much as having money that I can use to buy something besides groceries, or new pants for boys that have been showing more and more ankle in the last few weeks. I took that money and bought something
1. I don't need.
2. Don't have a use for and, worst of all,
3. A bit tacky.
Oh how I love that man.