Hello! Is It Me You're Looking For?
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No, not Lionel. Me! The Wild Mom. I know I've been out of commission here for a few days.
But I have an explanation in several parts. You're surprised, I know.
First, just from sheer exhaustion from She Speaks, I took my time collecting my thoughts and put up two pretty informative and powerful posts if I do say so myself. And I intended to opine even further, but my week got away from me as some weeks do. Maybe this week I'll have more to share on the conference, but no guarantees. I think I've given you quite enough to chew on for now.
Second, remember how we take care of a home for missionaries? Remember how last summer I very nearly killed myself taking care of that home for missionaries? And how my friends came to my rescue? Well, the people who were living there this past year moved out last week--just as I was leaving for She Speaks. I didn't even think about the home while I was gone, and then suddenly on Monday I slapped myself in the forehead and said, "Oh my gosh, I have people coming soon!" So I spent a good portion of the week running around buying some new things for the house, arranging to have carpets cleaned, and meeting with the repair man.
Really, the furlough home isn't much of a hassle at all until you have to transition from one family to another. Or if your family happens to call you in the middle of a snowstorm to tell you that their carbon monoxide detector is going off and what should they do? Other than that it's smooth sailing.
Third, I got two of my chickadees back last weekend, but I still had one to go. Maggie was still at camp, and I thought it might be a good idea to go collect her this week. I'm sure those counselors didn't want to keep her there when all the other campers had gone, although she does tell a funny story, or so I've been told, so she might have provided some fun entertainment. So on Thursday I headed up to the Northwoods. Oh, it's so beautiful there. Every time I go up to camp I kick myself for not spending a few extra days putting my feet up on a dock next to a lake. And every year I say, "Maybe next year."
Maybe next year.
Anyway, this year's trip to the Northwoods was more eventful than usual. Don't you know I'll have a post about that coming up very soon. I promise.
Fourth, have I mentioned that missionary furlough home? My people arrive today and it's 95 degrees outside at 8 a.m. (not that that matters at all, but I thought I'd throw it in for dramatic effect). I'm pretty much done with the house, but I did spend a good amount of time there yesterday.
Fifth, "Julie and Julia" opened this weekend and I can't wait to see it so I think I'll do that tonight.
O.K., so are you caught up with my life now?
Exhaustion + missionary housing + collecting kiddos in WI + lifeingeneral = no blogging.
I do love you and will try to do better next week. Except that we will be getting ready for vacation and having my in-laws come for a night this week.
Life. It's a party, huh?
But I have an explanation in several parts. You're surprised, I know.
First, just from sheer exhaustion from She Speaks, I took my time collecting my thoughts and put up two pretty informative and powerful posts if I do say so myself. And I intended to opine even further, but my week got away from me as some weeks do. Maybe this week I'll have more to share on the conference, but no guarantees. I think I've given you quite enough to chew on for now.
Second, remember how we take care of a home for missionaries? Remember how last summer I very nearly killed myself taking care of that home for missionaries? And how my friends came to my rescue? Well, the people who were living there this past year moved out last week--just as I was leaving for She Speaks. I didn't even think about the home while I was gone, and then suddenly on Monday I slapped myself in the forehead and said, "Oh my gosh, I have people coming soon!" So I spent a good portion of the week running around buying some new things for the house, arranging to have carpets cleaned, and meeting with the repair man.
Really, the furlough home isn't much of a hassle at all until you have to transition from one family to another. Or if your family happens to call you in the middle of a snowstorm to tell you that their carbon monoxide detector is going off and what should they do? Other than that it's smooth sailing.
Third, I got two of my chickadees back last weekend, but I still had one to go. Maggie was still at camp, and I thought it might be a good idea to go collect her this week. I'm sure those counselors didn't want to keep her there when all the other campers had gone, although she does tell a funny story, or so I've been told, so she might have provided some fun entertainment. So on Thursday I headed up to the Northwoods. Oh, it's so beautiful there. Every time I go up to camp I kick myself for not spending a few extra days putting my feet up on a dock next to a lake. And every year I say, "Maybe next year."
Maybe next year.
Anyway, this year's trip to the Northwoods was more eventful than usual. Don't you know I'll have a post about that coming up very soon. I promise.
Fourth, have I mentioned that missionary furlough home? My people arrive today and it's 95 degrees outside at 8 a.m. (not that that matters at all, but I thought I'd throw it in for dramatic effect). I'm pretty much done with the house, but I did spend a good amount of time there yesterday.
Fifth, "Julie and Julia" opened this weekend and I can't wait to see it so I think I'll do that tonight.
O.K., so are you caught up with my life now?
Exhaustion + missionary housing + collecting kiddos in WI + lifeingeneral = no blogging.
I do love you and will try to do better next week. Except that we will be getting ready for vacation and having my in-laws come for a night this week.
Life. It's a party, huh?
