It’s been more quite than usual around here and I’m okay with that – I never make this blog a priority in the sense that it’s not something I force myself to stay committed to. Hooper is no longer napping during the day and given the fact he’ll be 5 this year, I’d say we’ve had a good run. Gone are those solid hours of silence in the middle of the day that afforded me some much needed time to myself, time to regroup, reflect, write, create, and so on and so forth.

We just got back from a week in Arizona and I’m feeling overwhelmed with all I have to catch up on. Orders, emails, unpacking (and all that comes with unpacking – laundry, a trip to the grocery store, sorting, organizing, putting away), and preparing for Van’s birthday this weekend – something I have nothing planned for despite the family coming in from out-of-state and my grandma who’s taking the train in from the Valley – not to mention that 12 hour shift I have in the hospital between now and then. Sometimes it feels like there’s just not enough time in the day, not enough days in the week. And yet it all gets done, somehow or another. Or maybe it’s that what needs to get done, gets done.

Emails are haunting me like bright white eyes in a dark haunted mansion. Laundry sits washed but getting wrinklier by the minute in the dryer. And that little boy’s third birthday party remains unplanned but will be made great just as every party in the past; not by the decorations or the fancy invitations, but by the energy provided by being surrounded by those who love him.

Breathe in, breathe out. Hoping to catch up on things this weekend.