Oh. My. Word.
I used to be a blogger. When I had thoughts about something, I wrote them down. When my kids said something funny or profound, I wrote it down. If I had a brilliant picture of something, I shared it.
What on earth happened?
It is amazing how little time I have to myself when everyone is home from school. You know all of those moms who home school their children and have time to write about it? I swear they write in place of sleeping.
I cannot blame it all on the presence of my children (and husband) being home. I have gradually been increasing my hours with Thirty-One. I never dreamed this little job "selling bags" would turn into an actual career. Not only has my calendar stayed full of parties, but I keep adding team members. Out of nowhere. I actually just promoted to Director this month, which is just amazing to me. God has truly blessed this and I love every part of my job.
So, between the constant chaos of my house (I can literally hear the boys fighting in their room when they are supposed to be sleeping-wish I was kidding), my job taking off, and the constant traveling in July, I am justifying my lack of blogging based on all of these excuses.
However, after numerous complaints over the lack of my writing (did not realize there were so many of you readers out there), I am determined to keep up. Prepare yourselves for stories of humor (mostly from the kids that I usually claim are mine), sadness (our school lost two dear women this summer), and encouragement (after all, I work for a company that loves to "Woo Hoo!" each other).
I would write more now, but Noah screams are now reaching a level to which the neighbors might be calling the police on us.