Breathing Room

I'm going away for a few days, my friends.

I won't be going anywhere fun, and I won't even be going to that padded room with the dim lights and the soft music that I so often dream about.

Nope, I'm just leaving the computer behind for a little while.

I feel so silly even writing this because I am absolutely CERTAIN that no one is sitting around waiting for my next post, but it seems to be the thing that polite bloggers do. And my mama taught me to mind my manners.

The wheels have seem to come right off around here. The house is a mess, the kids are fractious, the meals are dodgy, Rob is getting absolutely slammed at work, and through it all I feel like I'm watching the last few days of our golden summer slip through my hands.

I know that seems so melodramatic, but I feel it just the same. There is something here that I need to grab one last time before it's gone.

Fiver has started cross country, Bun has started speech therapy, the kids go back to school soon, and as much as I love being on our own summer timetable, I am starting to crave that familiar comfort of a stricter schedule.

And a clean house. I really, really want a clean house.

The problem is that I am the one who needs to devise the schedule and clean the house, and I can't do it when I feel like I am too busy reading blogs and trying to comment and scrolling quickly through Facebook and all the rest of the little rabbit holes the internet provides for my distraction.

So. I'm taking a little time for the HomeFront, for the team, for my prayer life, and for my sanity, although I might be a smidge too late for that last one.

I'll be seeing you, my friends.