Remember Me?

My reasons for not posting sooner are seven-fold.  No, really.  Read on.

First of all, I have not worked in 14 years, and truth be told, it’s kicking my butt.  Not the work, exactly.  I can do the work.  And it’s not the stress of having Spike babysit the other two kids while I’m at work, even though he calls me about a bazillion times while I’m at work to find out if he can make turkey bacon or play “Go Go Gourmet” on the computer or because his sister is not listening to him.  Yeah, that’s not fun.  But I’m dealing with it.  It’s okay.  And it’s not all this extra money lying around.  (HA!  I tried to get through that with a straight face but it didn’t work!)  No, it’s the office politics thing.  I’m so not used to the office politics thing.  I should have expected it.  I should have prepared myself. (Is there a way to prepare??)  I should have seen it coming.  But I forgot.  Have I mentioned it’s been 14 years since I last worked outside the home???

Secondly… just one word.  FACEBOOK.  Are you all on there??  Do you get as obsessed as I do??  No, truthfully, I haven’t had much time to pour into my Facebook page yet, but I have been in contact with friends from my past and it’s been kinda fun.  I can’t wait until next week when I might have a little time to play around on there and figure out just how to do things.  Ooooh, and if you’re on Facebook, email me and let me know so I can be your friend!!!

Third.  My kids go back to school on Tuesday.  Usually, by this time, I can’t wait.  And I am excited that I will be able to work while they’re at school and I won’t have to pay Spike to watch his little brother and sister anymore.  But summer flew by much too fast.  I’m not ready for helping with homework.  I’m not ready for early mornings and making lunches.  I’m not ready to be done camping for the summer.  Blondie needs new shoes.  Spike needs new jeans.  Goo needs a little of everything.  They all need school supplies.  And I am running out of time.

The fourth reason I haven’t posted sooner is that despite the fact that there seems to be so much going on here right now, I couldn’t think of anything to write about!  Really, do you seriously want to hear about my new job and my boss and the other girl in my cubicle??  Do you want to hear about what a terrible mother I am because I realized yesterday that Goo hasn’t had a bath in a week?  Do you want to hear me whine about how I can’t seem to have any willpower and lose weight?  Are you interested in our game-system dilemma and how we can’t decide which one to buy for the kids?  Do you care that we had our pet snake “sexed” and we now know that Tiny is a girl?  Do I write about these things?  Are they good enough for a post?  Will you read them?

Okay, so it’s not seven-fold.  But seven-fold sounded better than four-fold.  But I’ll try harder.  I’ll write about all those things.  I’ll be here.  I’ll read your posts.  Promise.  After this weekend, that is.  This weekend, we’ll be camping.

A-Camping We Will Go

We love to camp.  We have this old icky pop-up camper that we bought from a friend, and whenever we can find the time each summer, we go camping.  I love to sit around the campfire for hours, watching the colors dance in the fire and thinking my own thoughts.  I love roasting marshmallows or making campfire pies.  I love going for walks on barely-there trails through the woods, spotting snakes and chipmunks and colorful birds.  I love to watch my kids catch fish and chase frogs and examine trees chopped down by beavers.  I love spending all day from sun-up till after sun-down outdoors.  I just love to camp.

We left Friday afternoon and camped for a few days about an hour and a half from here.  We camped with friends, which was fun, and it was a great relaxing time.  We didn’t sleep much.  We worked hard, cooking each meal on a little camp stove and then doing dishes and carrying firewood.  We hiked and fished and played hard with the kids.  I have spent most of today recovering and I still have heaps of laundry to go.  Sometimes I wonder if the whole camping thing is worth it. 

And then I remember Goo’s face as he pulled up that fish on the end of his line.  I think about Spike’s excitement when he saw the rattlesnake hurrying away from us.  I consider Blondie’s discovery of deer tracks and purple wildflowers.  And despite the laundry, despite the exhaustion, despite the sunburn…I can’t wait to go again.