Excuses

My Dear Sweet Blog,

How has it come to this? How is it that you have become so neglected? There was a time, not all that long ago, that I thought about you constantly. I wrote entries in my head. I had lists of future topics. I strived to make you fancy and unique. I read all the other blogs you link to faithfully and had long, thoughtful comments to make.

But now. You are lucky to get an entry once a week. You, my wonderful outlet for creativity, journaling about life, venting of frustration, solicitation for other points of view. You, my dear blog who never judged me for drinking not one - but two - glasses of wine late at night, while typing away endlessly. You never once told me "go to bed!!" (or "get a life!!") And when I began doing Thursday 13's? You didn't care if I posted mine Wednesday night or Thursday night. You didn't care if I took 3 days to visit all the others. Heck, you didn't care when I decided to stop doing Thursday 13's because of lack of time. You knew I wouldn't stop writing about other stuff. Or at least so you thought.

And speaking of the visiting of other blogs? Sad situation, I know. Weeks go by, and I finally manage to get back to one I've not visited in awhile (but love to visit, truly) and THEN... I have to get caught up there, and so it takes me an hour. Which puts me further behind. And so forth, and so on.

How has it come to this? Let me list the reasons for you.

1. I can't really directly blame the kids, as I've always blogged at night after they are in bed. But still, I can indirectly blame them. They make me tired. Too tired to come to you at night after they are in bed. Instead, I visit the couch (Same glass of wine, different companion).
2. New job (same company)
3. Firedaddy's crazy travel schedule
4. Firedaddy back in school, trying to complete his B.S. (one year to go...)
5. Trying to stick to a decent bedtime. For the kids. They don't like overtired mean Mommy.
6. Getting the kid's scrapbooks caught up again. Don't laugh. I like it.
7. Tax preparation (done now)

And now you can add to the list, that I myself am travelling for 3 days (in Guadalajara) for work. AND sick. With a bad cold. Bean got croup the day before I left, so I suppose I can thank him for this.

And I miss my family terribly. I cried on my way to the airport when I left in the early morning hours Tuesday morning.

Last night I talked to Bug and Bean on the phone, after talking to Firedaddy. Bug didn't want to talk... he wanted to SEE me. We got a little pc video cam to use, but I wasn't logged on yet in my hotel room, and Firedaddy needed to get them fed and ready for the sitter, so he could go to training at the Firestation. So it was hurried, and there wasn't time to do a videoconference. He said he didn't want to talk to me, only to "see" me. After being told I was sad...he finally did talk to me, but not for long.

Then, Bean got on the phone. His little high pitched voice made me yearn to hug and kiss him. Bug too, for that matter. I got a huge lump in my throat. And then he said "I tooted! Bye Mommy".

I don't like to travel, and hope I won't have to very often. But here I am. Sick, with a headache, and a back ache, in a cold little meeting room, waiting for my next meeting.

I am so glad I have you to come to, even in your neglected state. You listen. You let me whine. You don't judge. You understand.

Thank you .