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I know, I know, it’s been forever since I wrote anything in this space. I don’t really even have a good excuse; I’m busy, but no more busy than I’ve been before now. Life is hard, and I’ve had to let a few things go while I juggle parenting and work and training and Owen’s sports stuff and catching up on the sleep I lost from insomnia – because thank goodness, I’m SLEEPING again.
The funny thing about not writing here for a while is that the things I WANT to talk about seem less and less important the further I am away from the space. I’m not sure why that is, but every time I have an idea for a blog post, I have an immediate reaction like, Really, do people CARE about that?
But I miss writing, and I need the regularity of it to kickstart a new project I’m really excited about. And plus, I do have a few new things to talk about.
First of all, we hired a girl to help out three days a week after school, and OMG she has made our lives so much easier. She’s amazing, really: bubbly and happy and positive and really sweet and I am so thankful I didn’t run away from the care website I was using when the first woman didn’t work out.
Also, I FINALLY got a tattoo I’ve been thinking about since Owen was born more than nine years ago. Since his birthday is on St. Patrick’s Day, I wanted something with a shamrock in it, but I could never find the right design. I wanted to see it every day, so I wanted it on my wrist. Initially I wanted a phoenix, but the designs I loved had too much detail for my wrist.
And then, literally the DAY I was supposed to get the tattoo, I found an elephant design I loved.
Elephants symbolize good luck.
And we are really, really lucky to have our son.
So I got this:
I love it. I love that I can see it all the time, and I love that it makes me feel badass. (Even though it’s TOTALLY not a badass tattoo!)
And finally, we made a decision a couple weeks ago to adopt a kitten. I’ve REALLY missed having a cat in the house, and I’ve been considering it for ages, so for Mother’s Day, we went out and picked out this lovely, gorgeous little girl, who we have decided to name Luna.
Except, when we left, we couldn’t stop talking about bringing home her sister, too, who was the last one from the litter left – and the one who seemed to really like Jeff the most. After much discussion, we made the decision to bring her home as well. Owen helped name her Lily.
In the next week or so, we’re going to bring home a pair of girl kittens named Luna and Lily, because, as Owen says, Sisters need names that go together.
What have you been up to? Do you like my tattoo? Are we totally going to regret bringing home a pair of kittens? (Probably!)