In an attempt to be a better blogger

I’ll blog two days in a row. Y’all are excited right? Try to contain yourselves, mmkay?

I’m in a rut. That’s probably why I haven’t been blogging as much. There’s been very little to blog home about.

We’ve developed quite a routine over the past four weeks. This routine has left little room for new and exciting things to happen. Bummer.

Now that football season is officially in full swing, I feel like my Fridays just got more hectic (because, well, they DID) and that’s really been the only change to our routine. Saturdays and Sundays are spent trying to do laundry and spend time with Joshua and–don’t laugh–catch up on sleep. I feel like I’m wishing my life away, but I wish it were December and football season (high school football, at least) were already over.

I’ve got so many balls in the air right now that I’m feeling underappreciated in just about every aspect of my life. I know Dan loves me and appreciates what I do around the house, and I know my boss at work appreciates the fact that I try not to bug her with a million questions/complaints, and I *hope* my Guard girls appreciate the hours I’m spending away from my child/home/bed to be with them. I would hope that my students appreciate me, too, but I know that the chances of that are slim-to-none because they just don’t get that teachers are human and instead see us as the givers of social-life-crushing-assignments. But all of this “I know so-and-so appreciates me” doesn’t really make me feel any more appreciated. Maybe the problem is I don’t appreciate myself…but who has time for that?

The balancing act of my life is a delicate one. Truly. One small step in the wrong direction and I might just take a tumble off the high-wire. I hope there’s a net to catch me, or one of those big air-mattress, pillowy things that stunt guys fall into. Those look fun.

I need something exciting and new to happen, y’all. This rut is ridiculously deep.