Remember when I was said I was back six months ago? I didn’t know it at the time, but my pants were on fire. I have spent the past few months attempting to do it all: Work a nearly full-time job in 15 hours per week, be active in a co-op preschool, pamper my husband, keep the house in some sort of order… the list goes on. I’m hanging on by a thread, and blogging hasn’t made it on the list.

The good news is, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. I’m wrapping up my job, and I hope to emerge from my cave soon. I want to stop feeling so burned out. I want to reconnect with all my friends I’ve neglected. I want to blog.

The bad news is, while I’ve been busy and time has been flying by, my child is growing up and I haven’t written anything down. I do have photos, and I’ll get those up to share, but I’ve already forgotten all the funny things he did six months ago. Like hitting me all the time and telling me to go away when I wouldn’t give him his way. Wait, maybe I should try harder to forget that stuff. Let’s look to the future!

Am I back now? Not exactly. But I’m on my way.