Lazy Days of Summer?

It's official: our summer has begun and we are going at it full tilt. (What's The HomeFront Motto? Go Big or Go Home!)


This is only the first full week that school has been out, but I already feel like my kiester is being handed to me on a platter. I'm not an overscheduler by nature, but we've had a major confluence of events over the past few days. Playdates, therapy schedule changes, church fairs, doctors appointments - they've all managed to get squeezed into the span of ten days.


Of course, you know what this means. We will hit July and the kids and I will be all Hey, how come we don't have anything fun planned? Where did all our friends go? I'll tell you where they went: home! They are probably sick of seeing us so much.


I've got to learn to pace myself. It would be beneficial on so many fronts.


I've fallen behind on housework, meal planning and prep, and laundry. I am ashamed to admit how many times this week my children have feasted on butter noodles and orange segments, so I won't. At least they are whole grain noodles.


Another casualty of Summer '08? The blogging.


Each night, when I finally sit down to post, I am too stinking tired and I resolve to get up earlier than usual so I can post. But when I get to the computer in the morning, I start out with my Google reader (which now contains approximately 7200 items) in a fruitless effort to catch up, and by the time I am ready to compose a literary masterpiece, someone is wanting breakfast or equally inconvenient.


I haven't commented on any posts or answered any emails; I am dropping off the technological radar. And, to be honest, I always impose a little self-inflicted guilt on myself because I am weird and ridiculous sometimes.


I often catch myself reading different posts about how to grow your blog and increase your traffic and yadda yadda yadda, and every single time I do, this thought comes back to me like a boomerang in the teeth:


How do people find the time? Especially people with young children? Are they staying up until all hours? Do they get up with the roosters? Are their children letting them type while they play happily with one another never making a peep? And if they are, can my kids come over, because that scenario has never played out here.


And then I get a little panicky thinking, I spend so much ding dang time on this blog and I am not really doing anything with it. I'm not actively trying to grow it, and I sure as heck ain't making any money off of it. I could spend the time I use for blogging to do more productive things things like make my own cheese and make spool dolls for my children.

When I get to that point, I just have to remind myself that, in a way, I am live-blogging my life, and I've got to live it before I can blog it. Besides, I am not out to change the world, I'm just out to record and remember my little piece of it.

I know things will slow down and even out, and until then I'll just be around. I may not be growing my blog, but I am growing my family, and that's the way it should be.