The Post Deluge

I feel so behind on the blog, like I have so many things I want to tell you but I only have 10 minutes in which to do so.

(Do you ever have that I'm-going-to-burst feeling when you go out to lunch with a really good friend that you haven't seen in a while? Like you have SO MUCH to catch up on that it will probably take 20 hours just to cover the basics of life? And you only have a babysitter for an hour?)

(I realize the few men that read this blog just shook their heads in total disgust. Sorry guys.)

I have stories from camp, pictures from Natalie's 7th birthday party (including the flip-flop cake), a Bible verse that has been stepping all over my little need-a-pedicure toes. (Both those statements are true, by the way. My toes are freakishly itty-bitty. And a pedicure? Oh my word. I go barefoot every moment in the summer, and my feet show it.) I want to finish up my Sabbath Part One post. I have a struggle to share with you about church in the summer.

I have little bits of paper all over my house with pieces of posts on them. (That's right. I'm so desperate to get these thoughts out of my brain, I've resorted to writing on actual paper. Which is saying something, because I type at roughly the speed of light, and I write at roughly the speed of a second grader, thanks to the carpal tunnel.) (Which means me writing on paper usually starts out with me scribbling really fast, with a concentrated expression on my face, and quickly degenerates into me getting more and more frustrated as my hand cramps up like a swimmer who ate lunch and then went swimming anyway, and I end up throwing the pencil down in disgust and muttering to myself that I should never, ever try to write without my computer. And in the end, I can't read what I've written anyway, because hello, remember what I said about second grader? I wasn't joking. Penmanship is not my strong suit at this stage of life.)

Why, hello stream of consciousness. Nice to have you around.

I guess what I'm saying is -- I have a lot of stuff to post. And I hope to get to it in the next day or so, and regale you with tales of hither and yon. With pictures! And maybe even a video!

But right now? I'm still in my pajamas. The baby is on her third outfit of the day -- and it isn't because she's on "What Not To Wear," if you catch my drift. It's still fairly dark outside, thanks to a storm system that's moving through the Upper Midwest. (Sigh. Do you think a TV station would hire a mid-30s SAHM to be a fill-in meteorologist? Oh weather, I love you so.) My husband is coming home for lunch, after which we have the much beloved swimming lessons. (There's another post! ARGH!) And the kids are still watching Noggin.

I guess what I'm saying is -- my life is deluging me with stories to tell you. But the living -- it's giving me no time to tell them!

A conundrum for sure.

Maybe we can all just meet at Starbucks -- before they close? Because -- oh, did I not tell you? -- my neighborhood Starbucks is on the closure list.

Sigh. Guess that's another post to add to the list.