I know I dropped blogging without notice but frankly, this Christmas season has been stressful. Not always in a bad way but simply in the way that every day was filled with things to do and time for myself was simply not availible. And what does a mom do when she's overwhelmed and has to much on the go? Why, drop the stuff that's important to only her first so others around her won't have to make that sacrifice.
It has been a happy Christmas season. I have a growing collection of most excellent RL friends that I got to visit and have fun with. We had enough money this year that we could not only splurge (I'm watching my text appear on a beautiful 21 inch LCD monitor my DH got me for Christmas) but not add a penny to our debt. We've have multiple Christmas gift exchanges (and another this coming Sunday) so that we could spread the fun out instead of constructing the usual orgiatic singularity that is Christmas morning.
But I've worried also about family get togethers. About loved ones will serious health problems. About finding a new house in the new year (veiwings start next week). About inviting people over to our shabby little house. About concerts, recitals and pot lucks. About gifts arriving on time. About not blogging or connecting with blogging friends. About realizing I'd put drawing aside yet again. About what I need to teach the kids now so they can get through Physics and Calculus by Grade 12. About baked goods that never did get baked. About a house that is so small that there's not one damn room that's private enough that a mom can go to and have a good cry.
Thank goodness for Lynn with her ecard. Thank goodness for Cheyenne and her Facebook messages. Thank goodness for Lise and her gifts of pies. Thank goodness for Nancy and Perry and their new friendship. Thank goodness for my sister who likes to take my kids away from me. Thank goodness for Kathy and David who made me feel welcome at a wonderful church service despite my doubts. Thank goodness for my mom who listened to me cry. Thank goodness for my MIL who I really do love. Thank goodness for my husband and my kids who stick with me whether I'm cranky or weepy or crazy.
Anyhow, I'm back now. Enough with the squishy emotional crap. I want to write again and have lots to write about so the break was probably a good thing after all.
Oh yeah. I actually had this post written just before your comment Molytail but I still figure it was you that prompted me to get off my ass. Probably by magical mind signals or something.