I’ve been blogging regularly, almost daily, for over two years. It really is amazing to me that I’ve had that much to say over such an extended period of time. And that people keep stopping by to read it. For the past two weeks or so I’ve been kicking around the idea of taking a break. I don’t like to do something if I’m not doing it well and I know I haven’t been blogging well lately.
I got several lovely comments/emails about my most recent blog post and it made me waver in my decision, but then Camille started throwing up last night and I was up for several hours with a linen closet’s worth of towels, Diego, and a toddler who was violently opposed to the idea of a towel anywhere near her — as if it were making her throw up instead of just being there to catch whatever escaped from her clenched teeth. A creative and refreshed me would have turned it into a funny blogging opportunity, making lemons out of lemonade and having a laugh about it, but instead I’m home all day with crazy kid and crazy dog and I’ve got nothing. I’m perfectly content, but I have no words left. I’m tired. Not sleepy tired, but brain-dead tired.
So today going to sit and play nursemaid and watch re-runs of Downton Abbey while I knit and eat chocolate and tomorrow I’ll keep plugging along with life here on the island. But I probably won’t be blogging about it for a bit. I’m hoping if I let the well fill up again, I’ll have more to draw from and won’t feel so dry for ideas all the time.
But I’ll leave you with some photos from a really fun day with my dad. While the boys were at school, the 3 of us went to the park, played on the swings and the slides and then went up in the tower for a coffee date:
Ta-ta for now!