I have joked for a long time that I have maybe two readers, and one of them is probably my mom. Hi, Mom!
But these days that doesn't seem to be true. The sad thing is, though, I haven't been writing. Between post partum depression, the busy-ness of raising my small army, and (for lack of a better word) stuff, I haven't been hanging out here a lot lately.
But I have been doing things.
Piper and Bridget are Morris Dancing.
We're practicing our faith. And we're out of the Broom Closet at the girls' school. Oh yeah, they know. I'm that mom now. That mom who has the kid who wears a pentacle to school. I will have to write about how that is going for her. It's Piper who wears the jewelry. Bridget wants one too, but I haven't found her one yet. I refuse to spend a lot of money on something she might lose.
Piper has been diagnosed with ADHD primary inattentive type. So...yeah.
Liam is growing and doing remarkably well. I'm still processing the last year, though. He's growing up and I feel like by the time I'm relaxed enough to enjoy babyhood, it will be over.
The boys are making me laugh a lot. Quinn, who's 4, stopped in the middle of the zoo to ask me where the f*ck the car was. I'm sorry, what?!? He had no idea what he'd said, which just made it funnier. I have to admit, there's something both funny and kind of disconcerting about a 4 year old who isn't sure I know what I'm doing. He's either too smart for his own good, or I'm losing my edge.
After a long hiatus, I'm looking at politics again, and I'm getting mad.
So, if you still want to read, I still want to write. I need to write. It's that or drive my husband to insanity because without blogging, he becomes my sounding board. And that's bad. Seriously.