Why does it seem like time just flies by so quickly? Before I know it, days and sometimes, weeks, have past since my last post. You'd think that it's because I live such an exotic life that I have no time to post.
Actually, it's just about the opposite. I don't live an exotic life at all. I live a very ordinary life. Wake up, get the boys ready for school/babysitter (YAY! School has started again.), head off to work, work my fanny off for little pay, come home, cook dinner, play with the kids, nightly chores, sleep, rinse and repeat. Yup. That sums it up.
But I've decided I like my mundane life. We've had excitement added to our lives with a not-so-honest relative that was due to move in but we dodged that bullet before it hit.
I'm thrilled that school has started and I once again have a routine for my family. I like routine. It's predictable. No surprises.
But even my routine, mundane life keeps me so busy that I don't post as often as I'd like. Part of my problem is that I can't think of things to post. Unless I'm driving. Or sitting on hold with an office. It's at these times that I think of the most awesome stories or thoughts to post about. My problem is retaining the thoughts or ideas. I'm awful at remembering things. I've been told I should carry a notebook but I can't even remember to pick it up to bring it with me.
So until I can solve my issues, your stuck with dull updates and humdrum thoughts. But hey, they're from me. That should count for something.