The Problem with Blogging and Me...

I kind of suck at keeping up with these things.  In case no one noticed.  Part of it is, I really, really want to say something and at the end of the day, there isn't always an immense amount of deep to say.

Things are okay-ish.  They're very steady.  There isn't enough money, of course.  But we're managing and we're kind of getting through it.  We're not evicted yet so that's always a positive.  Kids are good and full of much age appropriate difficulties and cuteness at the same time.  Evan is finally adjusted to school and Seraphina is potty training at an astounding rate so there's always that.

Things with the boy are good.  Very steady.  I sometimes wonder if he's in it for the long haul, but I think that's just 30 plus paranoia that I'm putting time into something that he's not 100% into.  Even though I know he is, some days I don't.  Which probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense unless you know me WAY too well.

I'm totally going to try and post more.  Because I need to.  For my own sake as much as anything else.  I need coffee before I do much else though...