The only thing I don't like about having a blog (not that I should even be allowed to act like a normal blogger or even that I have a blog because I could be convicted of blog neglect) is that everyone knows when my last post was: February 14. More than three months ago. I am behind on everything in my life--laundry, dishes, housecleaning, scrapbooks, weeding, and anything else there is to be behind on. Fortunately for me, the date I last cleaned the toilet isn't posted anywhere on the internet. My name is not listed anywhere on the internet for others to see that I last changed my kids' sheets seventeen days ago (or so). I feel a little anxiety every time I see my name listed at the very bottom of someone else's blog list along with how long ago my last post was. As the days have turned to weeks and then months, it has seemed more and more hopeless that I would catch up.
I have so many cute pictures to post--Lili's birthday party and Spanish and English family parties, Easter, Women's Conference, Cor's 60th birthday celebration, Sunshine Generation performances, T-ball games, Memorial Day. Then there are these zany people I live with that I could write about--Edgar now has his concealed weapon permit, Ruben is fond of saying I'm the "BIG mommy ever!" I hope he means "best". Poor Lili is struggling with allergies and mosquito bites. Little Marcos, whom I've always called my little monkey, is finally eating solids and he adores bananas.
So there. That's as caught up as I'm going to get for now. I look forward to seeing that my last post was hours and days ago. Maybe I'll come up with something else in the next quarter.
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