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Tuesday, January 5, 2010

We're all good. How are You?

So Olivia and I are hanging out in the living room waiting for her bus before the sun is even thinking about coming up if the sun were to show its face today since the white sky is barely distinguishable from streets newly covered from snowfall during the night when it occurs to me, "I wonder if there's school today?"

Two-hour delay. Bummer. Not that there's a delay (lots of accidents out there) but that I didn't figure it out before the whole house was awake.

I know, I know: I've been scarce around here again. It's not like I haven't been blogging! The other one just garners more of my attention, that's all; I'm a wee-bit obsessed with our finances as of late. But in a good way, I think.

It's funny, because before I started the other blog I would keep thinking of things regarding money that I wanted to write about, but it just didn't seem appropriate for this blog, which is why I started another one. I really had no idea how much thought I could give to finances until I started writing about them. Apparently, I have quite a bit to say!

Unfortunately, it takes quite a bit of my free time to write about it -- and then some, if I'm to be honest. (You probably wouldn't want to stop by about now and make use of my bathroom -- this blog hasn't been the only thing left by the wayside.)

In the meantime, we have been (trying) to get ready for John's deployment, which is imminent. I'm not supposed to say exactly when ("opsec, people!") (John's words) but it doesn't help that "They" can't seem to figure out when, either. His flight time changed a couple of times before they figured out that they were getting him mixed up with another guy deploying from base with the same name.

We're getting pretty tired of that.

In the meantime, we've been enjoying some of these.
And trying to finish up this...The tile is just lying there, not glued down at all or anything. I think he just finished cutting it last night. What do you think?

The kids all know now, of course, that their dad is leaving, not that it really means anything to the little ones: it'll make more sense once he's actually gone and not sitting there with us at the dinner table anymore or reading books to them at night.

But we're all good. At least for now. You might not want to ask me a couple of months from now. *wink*