I’ve just been trapped under something heavy.
Just kidding. That’s from “When Harry Met Sally.”
I’ve just been working really hard at keeping my house clean and tidy.
Not really. Would be nice, though.
I’ve just been so engrossed in fantastically exciting educational pursuits with my children that I haven’t had time to blog.
Only partially true. I’ve been engrossed with my children. The rest is fantasy.
I’ve just been tending to my garden.
Uuuhh . . . sort of. If finally transplanting my dying seedlings into bigger containers and hoping they’ll somehow miraculously spring back to life means “tending,” then yes.
I’ve just been trying to squeeze in some more “me” time.
I’ve just been trying to spend more quality time with my husband.
I’ve just been working extra hours for the magazine, cleaning up final-stage toilet training disasters, lamenting the fact that I didn’t plan our homeschool week as well as I should have, losing my phone, drowning in laundry, daydreaming about moving to Ecuador, wondering why these little people need to eat so frequently, and trying to figure out how I can sweep the same floor six times a day and still step on crumbs, paper scraps, and chunks of dirt from people’s shoes every time I walk through the house.
I’ve also just been hanging out with awesome friends, attending historic centenary events, watching The Muse rock her violin recital, doing some cool educational stuff with my charges, finding my favorite face lotion EVER, and discovering that my blood pressure is on the disturbingly low side of normal.
Yup, that too.
I’ll be back. Promise.