That is how long it has been since my last post. 6 freaking weeks.
It isn't that I didn't have things to write about, or stories to share, it is that I am at an odd place in my life when it comes to the blog.
Let me explain.
Lately my time has been spent mostly on picking out things for the new house. Oh, yeah! Remember that new house we are building? That we were supposed to move into in August...then October...then in two weeks? Well it has about two more months of work left to be done on it.
I have so many stories to share about this process - SO MANY - but I am scared to write about any of it on the blog because, universe forbid, someone that works on my house reads it, and then it gets back to my contractor and then he delays us even further. This is the way I think now.
Once we are moved in I will be ready to share like I have never shared before. I will share photos and mood boards and unbelievable stories like our tile being installed in our master shower by a small Vietnamese man with a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth who told me he hates the tile I picked out, who I then told "well then it's good that you never have to see this damn shower again once you are finished!"(And yes I told our contractor to tell that tiny man never to smoke in my house again!)
I am also hesitant to share things that happen in my life because I have been told that I occasionally "over share" and I should "be careful" what I put out on the internet. Too late for that I guess! But after hearing this from a couple of people I am hesitant to post things like M looking at my naked body and asking "what happened" to me to make me look this way (this I found hysterical BTW).
Hubs is kicking ass and taking names at work. Every time I go to write something lately I think, "what if one of Hubs' co-workers read this?" and then I decide not to share about the week where one of our daughters decided to pee in the tub every night, or the time a diaper-less post-bath Val decided to poop on the rug (see what I am doing here? )
My life has become all about what counter stools to buy and what wallpaper to put in the dining room - these are the things that keep me up at night. Life is good. I have no complaints (those will be shared after our house is done). Who wants to read about spending hours picking out cabinet hardware? You better, because in two months I am an open book...
Until then. Live long, and prosper.