You know what’s awkward? Accidentally taking such a long break from blogging that you have to open up your post by saying that you are not pregnant. Nope. I have not been too busy puking to blog – which is great. Of course this brings up the question of why I have fallen off the map so entirely, and I will tell you. It has been summer. Things have been wild in that way that only the end of summer can be -when the lawn is dead and only the thistles grow tall.
Inside the house has also been something of a trip. It turns out that six active, delightful, busy, busy, busy children is something of a job. I have been trying to incorporate working out again and that has felt like trying to hang a purse on a moving ceiling fan. I moved the computer downstairs to make room for a new table that plays into extending our regular table to 17 1/2 feet. And that is not quite long enough for a regular Sabbath dinner. Hilarious. But the real problem is that now when I get the kitchen clean and the living room tidied and the junk on the stairs picked up and things fairly decent enough that sitting down to write something is not unseemly – now I walk downstairs to the room by the laundry room with a view to the playroom. This is not helpful for the writing. Add that the plug here is right next to the Calico Critter playing table which makes it easily bumped and frequently shuts down the computer. And that is just enough thwart to be effective.
Of course all the things that are keeping me away are not troubles caused by overactive Calico Critters. Some are new hobbies. We now have a potters wheel and a kiln in the garage. I am not even joking. We get the kids in bed at night and then go out in the garage and goof off with clay. This is turning into it’s own problem – drying bowls and pots and mugs all over the place – but it is also totally fun and funny. We finally got the kiln wired so soon we should actually finish something all the way – rather than just having tons of greenware piling up on shelves everywhere. At first we were calling ourselves the Wonky Pot Emporium, but we are gradually learning to make something on purpose that ends up straight. Woah.
Blaire asked me the other day if she could make a tower and I said sure because I knew she was at the table where they usually color. But soon enough I found that she had snagged a box of butter out of the fridge and made a tower. Awesome. Because that had not occurred to me.
But don’t worry! We will soon kill the thistles too. We will move the computer. We will pull out the carpet that has become something of a coffee crime scene. We will make that run to the dump. We will start having an excessive amount of serving bowls that can actually be used. And let me tell you – when that all happens it will be time to start something else, to make a new mess, to press on with all the fatty parts of the meat of life. Because this life is meant to be spent – and you know what? We are blowing right through it without a budget.