You guys. I. Am. Whooped.
But in the best way possible. It’s been a riotous month, with family visits and projects and fun with friends. Jane has spent tons of time with her grandparents. I’ve read FIVE books (which requires staying up until 2 and 3 in the morning for nights in a row). I went to see a band. I was out, amoung people and wearing makeup.
I love this month. But this break neck pace is reminding me of the schedule I kept in high school and college. I’m burning my candle at both ends.
The problem, now, is, my candle is 33 years old. This morning she put her hands on her hips, smacked me across the face a couple of times and said, “Act your age! You’re killing us here!”
And, as you’ve noticed, I’ve slowed way down on the blog. It’s been a very long time coming, and it’s amazing how much more freedom and time I have when I’m not trying to think up five posts a week. I miss it, but I don’t. Does that make any sense? But I’m not leaving, or quitting. I’m just readjusting my pace (mostly b/c I don’t want to be power-slapped by that candle woman any more, she’s got some guns). And truthfully, sometimes, there’s just things that don’t need to be written about.
So that’s me. I’m sorting Jane’s winter clothes. There’s light up pumpkins in every room. Last night I had to turn the heat on and it filled the house with that glorious burning-dust smell. This really is the greatest month of the year. I hope you’re enjoying it as much as I am. Or, maybe a little less, because I hope you’re more rested than I am. 🙂
Love to you all.