So, hi.
I know I know I know.
It’s been almost a year.
I also know that most of you know me in real life, so it’s
weird to apologize or whatever for just LEAVING the blog, but I feel like I
need to make mention of the absence and explain it for the other four or so
awesome people who only know me here.
I got a job.
That’s the short story.
Obviously there’s a longer more involved one – an agonizing job search of almost a year, and then all of a sudden an interview, then another and
another. And then one minute I was at a
Mumford and Sons concert, and the next I was getting the call that I got the job,
and the next Mike was out of town on business for three weeks to Holland and I
was juggling three kids and then Eloise got a part in a play and I’m WORKING FOR
THE FIRST TIME IN EIGHT YEARS and everything is mayhem and chaos.
The job was originally a part-time internship, but me and
the job? Got along like a house afire
and a few months later they asked me to stay on permanently, so it’s basically
the perfect situation for me to still get to take the kids to school, be there
when they get home, and balance it all, sort of. Plus,
I love it. I love my job. I work for a
nonprofit called Interfaith Ministries for Greater Houston, and I get to do
their social media and write their newsletters and blogs and reorganize their
website and take photos at cool events and learn about all these different
faith traditions and meet amazing people and spend my time there hashing out
ideas and brainstorming with some seriously brilliant people. I get
to spend the day playing on Facebook and they pay me to do it, you guys. Click over here and take a look at our
mission and programs, seriously, it’s the shit.
I love love love it.
But all the things they are BUSY, man. My husband’s job is demanding, and my kids
are in approximately one million after school activities plus there are
friendships and the dog and homework and cooking decent dinners and the commute
and the price of dry cleaning and stepping on Legos at one AM and Where is your
lunchkit and Get in the car and Find your other shoe! and you know. I know you know because you are all out there
doing it too.
The “cooking decent dinners” part is debatable. Lately it’s another day, another shameful,
shameful meal.
Anyway, I’m back. I’ve
read some seriously good stuff lately, and I miss it here.
Love. And, while I CANNOT imagine a universe where canned raviolie is an option, no judgement, only love.
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