Someone asked me the other day how I get it all done, and I have to say this. I don’t. It may seem like I have every morning to myself to get up, shower, empty photos off the camera, blog a bit, relax – but the reality is that the scenario I just described lasted three whole days of the past nineteen. Now we’re all over the place with schedules – everyone’s schedule. Eating, sleeping, working, playing, surviving, crying…
So here’s the truth. I don’t blog every day. I frantically steal ten minutes here and there and post ahead as many times as I can, and then I don’t get back to it for a few days. But by keeping up with the photos almost daily, it’s not so overwhelming, and that is a really nice result of the blogging exercise. So when I call you or email you in tears because I’m absolutely so exhausted and worn down that I can’t string together three words let alone put breakfast on the table, try not to think to yourself that I managed to just that very morning post adorable photos of baby cheeks with witty statements about new motherhood.
Smoke and mirrors, my friends, smoke and mirrors.
(But I did finally manage to update the sidebar over there to include family member #4! Now I just need to find time to update the masthead – it drives my husband insane that it’s been the same snowy, icy photo for two years now!)