Tomorrow is March 1st. I consider that the first day of spring, no matter what the dudes who organize calenders say. I always get rejuvenated in the springtime. This consists of me, running around in flip flops at the local nursery, jumping up and down to catch a glimpse of Matt over tops of baby trees while yelling, "HEY MATT! DO YOU THINK WE COULD PLANT FOUR OR FIVE LEMON TREES IN THE BACKYARD? NO? HOW COME? WHY ARE YOU HIDING YOUR FACE LIKE THAT?"
I'll be honest, I'm dragging lately. Physically, mentally, creatively. But before anyone thinks I'm throwing my blessings on the ground and hocking a big metaphorical loogie on them, I'm not being ungrateful. Every morning I wake up and my world isn't spinning and I'm able to be a wife and mother, it's automatically a good day.
But being a mother, a working gal, and a writer is really, really hard. My brain feels like the flat end of an eraser. I'm not sleeping a lot. The house is pretty piggy. I need a clone of myself to pick up the loose edges. You know how it goes. So please forgive the lackluster posts. I'll get back to sprightly, heel kicking, springy blogging soon. I pinkie swear.
In other more important news, my friends Cat and Laura recently experienced a big loss in their family. When I saw this I knew they would like it. I love you both and hope you know I'm thinking and praying for you everyday!