I’d intended to come here and write about the ongoing issues I’m having with Smoke Nose, but then I went to class tonight and decided to just come here and word vom in my dashboard.
Hope you don’t mind.
Want to know why I haven’t blogged much in the past five months? Believe me. It’s not because I don’t want to.
I haven’t had time.
When my plane landed in Atlanta on the Sunday after BlogHer, I hit the ground running the very next morning with a full teaching load, learning the process of creating a yearbook, taking classes to earn my gifted certification, coaching cheerleading, and a surprise pregnancy. On top of the wifing and momming and general attempting to be more than mediocre that I was already doing.
I’m pretty sure I’ve failed at even being mediocre lately.
I just sort of drifted through the past five months with wistful glances at the dashboard and a head full of thoughts waiting to be spilled out. And then I took my (un)happy and ridiculously tired ASSets to bed.
(We’ll just nevermind the two TVD benders I’ve been on that sucked (ha!) all my time, mmkay. You’d be hooked too. Just ask the people I’ve converted to Team Salvatore.)
Winter break was so, so good for my soul. It gave me a break from all the things I had swirling in my head. All of the work-related responsibilities got to sit firmly on the back burners of my life for two great weeks.
I went back to work on Monday and I planned out the next three months of my semester and realized that when I get to the end of these calendars, I’ll be having a baby. A tiny little bundle of lungs and poop and cute.
And then I came to my gifted class tonight and y’all, I just don’t know when I’m going to have time to get anything done at all much less do it well.
If I start to look at all the things I need to do in the next 14.5 weeks (assuming she’s on time or late), I get so unhappy I just want to get a bowl of ice cream and cry about it instead of actually taking care of business.
I’m so, so overwhelmed right now.