This whole moving thing? Has thrown me for a loop. And while things have finally settled down for me, my life seems to have fallen into a much different pattern. That pattern doesn't seem to have much time for my lovely computer. I suppose it might have something to do with the added hour and a half of driving I've added to my day to make sure the kids get to school. And maybe the large to do list around the house.
Regardless of the reason though, I'm finding that there are weeks when I don't even open my Google Reader. Gack. I know crazy, right? And I'm going days and days without visiting Facebook. Huh?
So as an offshoot of that, here I am, not having entered anything on this blog for just shy of a month. There's that time thing. But there's also this nagging suspicion that at least one of my children will be very upset by some of the things I write about them sometime soon. Or even now (Willem hates the term Willipedia). And... Finleigh seems to be past the worst of her struggles. And... most of my struggles and frustrations right now are just too private to share on this medium. And... then there's the mortifying subject of my weight.
Yet I'm torn because I so appreciate my online relationships. Both those that I've met through blogging and my long distance friends that I knew for real once upon a time. So, I may just be going through a blogging dry spell. Hopefully it'll pass...
Finleigh's neurology appointment went well, by the way. Nothing brain shattering or wonderful said. But there may be another MRI and another round of genetic testing in our future, we'll see after our February appointment. At least the doctor really wants to help us, even though a really big chunk of kids like Finleigh never do really get a diagnosis. I suppose the meltdown she had in the waiting room that prompted the nurses to bring us back early and that lasted a good half hour may have helped things. He noticed that her outbursts seemed to be more out of frustration than aggression. And then he said something about how hard it must be to be in her body. It must be bad when the doctor says it, no? So now we wait for the appointment on her 4th birthday. The one we're now hanging all our hopes on.
Speaking of her birthday, I have NO clue what to get her. Not a clue. No idea. Okay, some ideas but nothing making me excited. It would be so much easier if she could ask for something.
And that's my story for today. We took all of about a dozen pictures over Christmas. I've yet to download them. Maybe I'll get to it later this week.
Hope you're having a great start to 2011.