I’m not even sure what week it is, but since I’ve been MIA for so many, I feel compelled to explain my absence.
LIFE IS KICKING MY ASS!
It’s not bad, just busy. For someone as scatterbrained as I can be, it’s not exactly a good thing either. As you may know, my better half serves in the US Navy, which means frequent moves. I’m sort of used to it by now, except for the actually moving part. You know, packing up your life into boxes that may or not ever get unpacked at your next duty station. We have a bunch of those. But we aren’t even to that stage yet. It’s the researching schools, possible homes, and a whole host of other activities that have been consuming my time. Plus it’s making all sorts of arrangements, closing accounts and so forth that have to happen before we leave our current spot. Oh yeah, and still take care of the “normal” day-to-day chaos.
Do not ask me how it’s going, because for as “light” as it is now, it’s going to get busier over the next two months. While I do thrive on a certain level of chaos, some times it’s a bit much and I tend to let a lot of things go. Like the state of my kitchen, my diet, the state of my manicure, the number of baths I hound my youngest to take, and last but not least, this blog. I feel like I need to wear a sticker or button that says, “We’re PCS’ing. What’s your excuse?” (FYI – PCS is the acronym for “Hey y’all! We’re moving and it’s all the Navy’s fault!”) When I was pregnant and overlooked responsibilities, I blamed it on the pregnancy. Or blonde hair. Or both. Whichever one folks accepted. Consider the PCS move just an addition to my excuse repertoire. Perhaps next week, I might even list my excuse repertoire….Hey! Now there’s an idea!
What’s your go to excuse?