Real life starts again tomorrow and I’m not entirely sure that I want it to.
I’ve gotten kind of used to the quasi-life we’ve had going on around here for the last two weeks. It’s been kinda nice. Kile and Harry have been home (or mostly so, as Kile did have to work a few days before Christmas). There’s been that whole festive/holiday thing going on. There’s been a lot of Rock Band getting played. There’s been a fair amount of shopping. There’s even been a fair amount of crafting. It’s been pretty awesome.
Tomorrow, Harry goes back to school. Kile goes back to work. Liam and Evie get shuffled back onto the daily routine that they have assuredly forgotten all about in the last two weeks. So, you know, it should be fun trying to whip them both back into shape. (Actual whipping of babies might not actually be actual.)
We’ve been leading a charmed (if false) existance for the last two weeks and while it will be nice in a way to get back into the daily routine, it’ll also be back to being lonely and isolated all damned day too. BOO on that, I say. BOO.
Ah well. At least I’ll have the project of getting this blog and my pathetic posting habits of late back up to speed to keep me occupied. Because, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but lately I’ve kinda sucked rather hard at this whole blogging thing. So there’s that.
Am I the last person to have to return to average life? Didn’t everyone else have to do that like DAYS ago?
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