Wow. I almost can't believe that I'm posting anything here right now. I think I want to journal, but it's too late and dark for that. It's been two years, a new job, new house, new town and new baby since I wrote anything last. My dad likes to give me a hard time about that. I tell him my blog comes out every Wednesday (aka my column in the paper :)
I've been thinking about posting my column here each week. Just tossing some piece of myself into the void that is cyberspace where friends or acquaintances could catch it if they wanted. We'll see.
I don't even really know why I'm writing tonight, except that it's late and I'm tire of working. And I'm crabby. And jealous. And it's dumb. And if you're part of my immediate family and you happen to somehow randomly check in on this page after more than two years and find this post, I will not be fielding questions as to why. Love you.
I'm tired lately. I'm a little overwhelmed. My baby girl is amazing and I adore her, but life has sure been busier since she arrived. Add in the stress of first-time tax stuff, my bookkeeping software being absoultely useless for 2013 taxes, and Neal having 160 hours of training in 3 ish months for the fire department and, well... Like I said. I'm a little overwhelmed. It's been an excercise in grace when I don't feel like it lately, and I'm not always meeting the mark in that area.
I'm going to go to bed before I wake my little girl up.
I've been thinking about posting my column here each week. Just tossing some piece of myself into the void that is cyberspace where friends or acquaintances could catch it if they wanted. We'll see.
I don't even really know why I'm writing tonight, except that it's late and I'm tire of working. And I'm crabby. And jealous. And it's dumb. And if you're part of my immediate family and you happen to somehow randomly check in on this page after more than two years and find this post, I will not be fielding questions as to why. Love you.
I'm tired lately. I'm a little overwhelmed. My baby girl is amazing and I adore her, but life has sure been busier since she arrived. Add in the stress of first-time tax stuff, my bookkeeping software being absoultely useless for 2013 taxes, and Neal having 160 hours of training in 3 ish months for the fire department and, well... Like I said. I'm a little overwhelmed. It's been an excercise in grace when I don't feel like it lately, and I'm not always meeting the mark in that area.
I'm going to go to bed before I wake my little girl up.
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