....if I've dropped off the face of the earth, I haven't.
I am, however, finding these last remaining days of summer to be particularly trying.
The house is slowly but surely being swallowed by dropped socks, a surprising number of Band Aid wrappers, junk mail and toys that seem to have a life of their own. Every day the pile grows from the confines of the bedrooms and toy room and makes its way down the hall and onto the stairs.
At the risk of sounding defeated, I feel...defeated.
Kids - 1
Mom - Goose Egg
And defeat does not lend itself to creative thought or the desire to be generally productive or do things like get out of bed.
I'll be back in a week and a half with something more positive to say.