Okay, so I may have said I wasn’t going to post until the new year. But…I’ve discovered that, in my current sleep deprived state, one of the things that helps to keep me sane is writing. So I’ll probably be blogging more than I had originally thought.
I’m likely not going to be posting every week, but I will be posting every now and again. (Hopefully what I write actually makes sense.)
Apocalypse Lesson: We all need something to help keep us grounded (and hopefully sane), regardless of how busy or not busy our lives are. This won’t change in the apocalypse; if anything, we’ll need that one sanity keeping activity even more after life as we know it has ended.
We should all figure out what those activities are when we can, before the world, you know, goes to shit. (Just a thought.)
You may have noticed that I haven’t posted in a couple of weeks. I apologize for not saying anything sooner, but I likely will not be posting until the new year. I’m currently recovering from a C-section, and the recovery is a long and slow process. With my limited mobility and lack of sleep stemming from having a newborn in the house (in addition to two very active children), I have a lot less time to blog than I used to.
As such, I will be taking a hiatus while I recover, so I will most likely be away until the new year.
So Happy American Thanksgiving, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Blessed Yule, Happy New Year, and Happy <insert holiday here>!
So I had hoped to start posting on specific days (either Tuesday or Friday, or when I’m really optimistic, both). Except, you know, it’s now Saturday. So obviously that plan worked out well.
I still do plan to post once, maybe twice a week. But my schedule-making clearly needs some help :/. (Granted, this isn’t really new.)
Apocalypse Lesson: Oh come on, do you really think we’ll have to stick to a schedule during the apocalypse? Well, okay, so we might have to if the apocalypse was a slow decline of society, leaving it open for the world to be taken over by a group of Type A tyrants. But if we blow ourselves up, or if the zombies start eating brains, or if the evil space monkeys invade, then we probably won’t have to worry about schedules.
Which is good, because apparently I can’t stick to one.
So yay the school year has started. And the weather’s getting cold, the leaves are turning color and dropping to their dried-out deaths on grass that will soon be soggy and covered up by a giant pile of snow.
You know what this means, right?
Yep. It’s plague season. (I think flu shots will be available starting October 15, which is only about two weeks away.)
Okay, this is going to be a rare sappy-mom post. Apologies in advance.
So tomorrow is my younger daughter’s first day of preschool. I’m bit spastic about it, to be honest, even though I didn’t feel this all over the place when my oldest started preschool in Texas. I think it’s because my oldest starts kindergarten this year. KINDERGARTEN.
Which leaves me with the “OMG my babies are growing up!!!!!” sappiness. (Sorry. I’ll try to contain it.)