Currently I am trying to pack bags for Rosie, Noah and myself so that we can get in the car and head up to my parents’ house in Virginia before the snow hits.  I would make some witty comment about how we’re going to a colder climate for spring break and how backwards that is, but let’s face it: a week “off” with a four year old and a five month old was never going to be a day on the beach anyway, so pretending like I would be lounging around soaking up rays if only I’d driven in the opposite direction is pretty far fetched.  I’m not sure I even remembered until just now that lounge could be a verb.

One of my goals for this trip (besides taking off my top layer of skin with as many baths as I can fit in) is to spend some time on this blog – updating pictures and other features – but also just writing.  Because as I have discovered in the past few weeks, blogging is most certainly not like riding a bike.  Muscle memory does not work for sentence crafting.  And as my free time has grown short, so have ideas for my posts.  What that says to me is that I don’t have any extra energy for noticing what’s remarkable about my every day existence.  Instead, it all runs together into a  primordial soup of mundane drudgery and I think, well, no one wants to hear about that.

So with the aid of hot water soaks, a few glasses of wine, and some grandparent time for the kids, hopefully some of the small things will come into focus again and I’ll be back to my paragraph-generating, prone to impertinence, CAPS LOCK-loving self.  I can’t wait.