Hiatus

Well, I've been away for quite some time, I know.

But in my defense, I've had a NASTY case of writer's block. Quite the little devil that junk is.

I reckon renovating a home (another post, for another time), and preparing to sell said home, will also leave no time to write, and encourage writer's block.

Things have settled down a bit now, I'm currently back at home with my dad, which is a bit odd after being out in my own home for so many years, but it's kind of nice having someone to talk to.

The kids are taking some time to adjust to this new "home" life, and constantly wonder when we are returning to our now empty home in J-vegas. They don't seem to understand that.. well... we aren't.

Plans are falling into place here though, and soon I'll be accomplishing things I've needed to do, and DH will be doing the same before taking off for school in Oct to become a recruiter. I'm just glad we have a loooong time to go before we have to pack, move, and unpack again. I'm worn out!

Punkin' has certainly claimed my dad as her new cuddle-buddy. He's hardly allowed out of her sight, but for what that's worth, neither am I.

Now guess how much actually gets accomplished?

Ha, you're right, not much!

I'm surprised we're able to use the bathroom! Then again, I have mommy-bladder, so it really doesn't affect me quite like it does my dad.

Of course with moving comes all kinds of fun stuff, like finding that my air mattress AKA my BED for the next bit, has a hole in it.

*blinks in disbelief*  Reaaaally?

Of couuuurse I don't have some kind of back-up plan. It's basically re-air it every time I want to use the dern thing. I also didn't plan to SHARE my bed with the wee ones. However, it's here, it's happenin' whatcanyado?

I can't very well say, "I know you're insecure, but get OUT!"

Well, I could, but I'd be pretty horrid.

Miss T and E-bean were in all kinds of panic last night. They came flying up the stairs, "Punkin's MISSING! She's not in her bed, and we can't find her!!!!!!!!"

Uhhhhh.....?

I JUST put her to bed, where'd she go?

I'm fully anticipating that this is some ploy to get me downstairs, or they've hidden the baby. Yes, they do that.

But I get down there, and sure enough. She's missing.

Okay, mom, think like a toddler.

I check under the bed, nothing, I check in the den, nothing. She didn't come upstairs.. so, where the heck is my kid?!

I then think, ahhhh, my room! So I peak around the corner, and there Punkin' is, fast asleep on my pillow, under my blanket, with HER blankets, and babies all snuggled nicely to sleep.

Must be nice.

So where am I going to sleep? Plus my air mattress is indeed deflating, and I'll HAVE to fill it up so it'll make it through the night without her waking on the floor one unhappy child. That also makes Mommy quite unhappy to wake on the floor, all kinds of hurting.

It all worked out, because I'm a genius, and frickin' amazing. But that's beside the point.

Now today, as much as I'd like to nap, Miss T, AND Punkin' have decided my bed is the way to go. I don't know if they just like the water bed feeling it's got when half-filled or what, but now my nap-space has been invaded. Hence my writing right now.

But it's all good, and that's some of the stuff we deal with being a mother. Not the first time my space has been invaded. I mean a good 30 months of my life has been spent sharing my BODY. Space doesn't get much more invaded than that.

Miss T fractured 2 of my ribs, E-bean had me gain 2 inches in height (my ribs learned their lesson and moved.) aaaand Punkin' had me blow to a proportion that Shamoo would be jealous of. So sharing a partially inflated mattress is the least of my troubles. Least it's not my lungs, bladder, and stomach that's being sacrificed. Just a nap..

*sigh* a could-be 2 hour long nap. *day dream*

Blah. Moving on.

I'm going to attempt to write more often. Not just for those who take the time to read this mess, but for myself. Writing is such a wonderful release, and as we've ended our first Kindergarten year, (she's a 1st grader WHAT?!) I'm realizing how nice it is to go back and re-read/re-live the old days.

However, that can ONLY happen, if I'm writing. So no more of this writer's block nonsense. My goal will be to TRY to get a small something in every day. If not every day at LEAST 2-3 a week. I should be able to manage this.

There's too many quirky things the kids do, that needs to be remembered. As much as you think "Oh I'll remember this forever" that's not always possible with a tired tired mind, that's having a hard time remembering my name, and birth date.

So this is now dubbed memory city.

This is now me embarking on yet another fun journey, in a new location, with my 3 lovelies. The trials, the fatigue, the all out craziness that is my life.

Okay, so that could be some type of awesome lifetime movie, but hey, gotta make it sound super interesting!

So here we go. Day 1. The beginning. (again)

'Till next time