I wonder how much effort I should put into the blog this week. Many of my favorite writers have closed up shop for the holidays. Not because they are out partying it hard, but because they have a billion things to do and children underfoot causing those poor mothers to add more time and more things on the list of a billion.
Like my household. Where the boys are “suppose” to be eating. But Tornado E is mocking Tornado S. Tornado S is trying to tell his own story. Tornado E is interrupting and correcting Tornado S. Tornado S is crying. Tornado E has a naked doll and fork. They’ve come in the office three times to tattle. Oh, and the baby is sleeping an unusually long morning nap or else we would be out of the house doing grocery shopping. Because I squandered the morning adventure on a Target run to get a few items we are in danger of running out of as well as a few gifts for daddy, which, horror of horrors, no one could agree on because the thing they want is sold out in their daddy’s sized.
Oh, vacation. Oh, holidays.
So is any one out there? Not that it matters. I do need a place to vent.