Monthly Archives: July 2015

So on to tomorrow…

I guess I took a sabbatical. Yeah, let’s call it that.

It’s been three months since I’ve written. Not purposefully. I mean, a little bit on purpose because I wasn’t going to post just to post. So here I am really just posting to post. Heh. 😉

I’m going to start writing again. Instead of starting posts in my head and not following through, I’ll at least attempt to write them down here. I stopped writing because I was doing just that – starting to write, but then it wouldn’t flow and it sounded trite and forced so I clicked “x” and went back to Facebook.

It’s crazy to think how much has happened in the last three months. School ended. Which is totally crazy in itself, not because it’s over, but because this year I’ll have three kids in school (Lucas is starting pre-K!). And even crazier is that next week I’ll start calling HIGH SCHOOLS to set up shadow dates for Alaina. HIGH. FREAKING. SCHOOL. I’m not old enough to have a high school student, right? (Tell me I’m right or never read this blog again.)

We had our only summer vacation. We spent an amazing week with family and basically family and I’m so thankful that we get to go on a beach vacation each year.IMG_7897GirlsIMG_7916IMG_7928IMG_7814

Except it ended with Isaac in the ER in Myrtle Beach on our last night there, requiring 10 stitches. So there’s that. 10418866_10152999104092199_4480955861232987440_n

There’s only a month left until school starts again and that seems scary. Again… HIGH. FREAKING. SCHOOL. shadow appointments.

We’re also in the middle of trying to buy a new house. If it works I’ll give you more details. Pray it works. This is the third house in as many years that we’ve tried to buy. I felt right away that this house was the reason the other two fell through. But it’s never easy, right? 😉

So on to tomorrow. And I’ll be writing more. Because it’s good for me. Tonight I actually thought I’d write about how horribly hard today was with the kids and how I texted Adam at one point and told him that I was “done with all of our planned children.” Instead I got to scroll through the pictures I haven’t looked at for a month and watch “The Bachelorette” and write to you. I mean, what’s better than that?