OK, I'm really starting to have some unkind thoughts. No, not about anyone in my family. Not this time at least.
I'm getting a little peeved with this whole holiday thing.
Yeah, I know, just call me Mr. Scrooge for short. But all this bonding with the kids, family togetherness and merry making is really cramping my style.
Do you realize in the last two weeks, I've written only three posts? Not to mention the fact that I'm seriously missing out on a ton of great stuff on all my blogging buddies sites.
Its gotten so bad, I'm actually having withdrawals. Sure I do my normal stuff -- bringing the kids to school, doing laundry, making dinner -- but all the while I'm obsessed with what I'll write next. And when I'll be able to steal away for a few minutes of writing time. And if I can't, that's when the shaking begins. Then come the cold sweats. OK, maybe not the cold sweats -- that's the whole menopause thing, I keep forgetting.
Bear with me, my friends. I promise I'll be back in solid form as soon as these pesky holidays are behind us. In the meantime, if you see some middle-aged lady muttering Bah Humbug to herself in the grocery line, have no fear. Its just me.
Chances are good I won't hurt anybody. Just give me my space and a laptop and I'll be fine.