Raising kids suddenly takes a lot of work. Apparently the last five months blurred a bit and I was far too busy figuring out how to parent to keep this journal updated. I’ll do better now. Really. I know you may have heard this before, but the thing is that I’m turning 30 and now I have some resolutions to stick to.
At least for a while.
But see, now it’s April, which means we’re nearly through the school year. I’m planting my garden. I’m working like a dog. I’m nurturing all over the place, which means this journal too. I never have more creative output than in April. It’s the weather – the promise of something good coming, but still too erratic to actually plan anything.
April is a time of promises. And so, I promise you, dear reader (if there’s any of you left after such neglect), that I am going to try and put up at least a post a week. Because that really shouldn’t be so much to ask, should it?