that locates me. Hoping that regular blogging will return me to myself. Might try to sew a seam or two, turn off the tv, call a friend…
I used to think that I’d always find the time for the things that define me, the things I enjoy. I read some of my friends blogs and they are filled with wonderful crafts, family adventures, traditions, books to read, you name it. And I wonder if they have clones I’m unaware of, nannies hidden in the rafters? Hmmmmm.
But really, I think I’m just pregnant (AGAIN) and really really really really tired. And being so sick certainly didn’t help.
Is it sad that I count the years until the younger 4 are like Eva? Self sufficient, willing to eat what I make, able to dress, wash, wipe, brush, fix food, use the remote, find stuff for me? I do appreciate the wonders of the little years, but sometimes I think they just get lost in all the crazies of many children under 4.
Ah, the day has flown by in a whirlwind of activity and this blog has sat…lonely and neglected, until it’s owner has returned. Too tired to write anything else and ready to stare at the tv in mindless wonder.
send me home when you find me. 🙂

love,
clan mac mama + 1