Hey, here I am!
And just where have I been? Well, work, mostly. It seems that full-time corporate employment can really cut into your blogging (well, not for everyone). By the time I'm home and the kids are fed and bathed and bedded down for the night, I have about a 19-minute window before I collapse, and those 19 minutes are usually reserved for the news (aka Comedy Central between 10-11pm). Work is good and interesting and validating and I found a really good lunch place within walking distance of my office, but I'm still trying to figure out the whole balance thing. Mainly, how to balance the dozen boxes of Mothersville files and receipts and other stuff I didn't put into storage so that they don't collapse in an avalanche of thermal paper.
Of course, nearly two weeks of cubicle life can really drain a girl, so after 8.5 days of hard labor, I high-tailed it to the beach with the usual crew. Miss M and Mr. Baby had a fabulous time and I set a new personal record for amount of sand tolerated in my vicinity.
But now we're back, and the boxes are still here, and I've got 51.5 more days until I qualify for paid time off, so if anyone needs me, leave a message with Mr. Colbert.