Shame On Me

I will begin this with a huge "I'm Sorry!"  I went and posted that last entry with an open ended offer to sell some supplies, then I up and went MIA. There are a billion and a half contributing excuses to my irresponsible behavior - but most truthfully I've just been a wiener.  I'm as lazy as a toad these days trying to keep up with the kids while my little bun gets bigger in the oven.  This past month has just now seen drastic improvements in my nausea and weakness, but mid-pregnancy fatigue remains.  Even though I am not yet 30, this third pregnancy has told my body in many ways that it may also be my last-- unless God should decide otherwise.

My goal is to contact those few ladies who emailed me within the next week to see if there is still any interest. (p.s. Did I forget to mention that I spaced that I had a separate email associated with my blog, instead of messages coming to the one I check daily?)

Beyond responding to those I've neglected, I'm not quite sure where I'm headed next. Except Bedlam. That is a given.  I had heard before that with each pregnancy and child you lose more brain cells.  I now know there is much truth to that legend.  As my wise 4 year old daughter would say, "Mom, I forgot to put that in my Remembories." Forgetting to remember and commit things to memory has been a real challenge for me. So the next step is to reduce obligations to a bare minimum and then I'll feel like an overachiever whenever I do get something accomplished.  :)

There is a good possibility that I will continue to blog in the future with a continuing focus on my journey as a mother, homemaker, and observer/participant of life. Some self revelation has shown to me that I'm not meant to have my own business.  Years ago I tried the Avon thing. Then the Mary Kay thing. Then the making my own stuff as a hobby that somehow turned into I should try to make a business of it thing. I'm not cut out for it. Seems like I enjoy things deeply until they somehow become involved with money - then the dissatisfaction and disillusionment sets in. Maybe I will get back into soaping (HOBBY ONLY!), maybe I won't. I've learned some expensive lessons on how my personality type should wade in the shallows a bit longer before jumping in too deep. Thankfully, I have a wonderful, loving, and UNDERSTANDING husband who never reprimands or judges me for these painful lessons.  He knows that I punish myself more than he could. :)

At any rate, I've enjoyed being part of the soaping community - there sure are some wonderful people I've "met" whom have somehow made my life richer for the knowing. I guess though, this may be a moving on for me. Or maybe it is a moving back. I don't know, I can't even really think straight or concentrate. **Ooh, was that something sparkly? Charley, get that lego out of your nostril. Corrina, will you rub mommy's feet?** Where was I?? Oh yeah, I was getting back to just being me and focusing on family!  Take care and I hope spring feelings of twitterpation creep into your spirits!