While I was going to write a long explanation of where I’ve been (which included me holding things ranging from cocktails to barf bowls — entirely unrelated, by the way), I realized excuses are a lot like a word I try not to use here on my family-friendly blog.
So please know, it’s not you, it’s me. Ok, it’s not me. It’s the virus that hit Little hard (the day I was heading to AT&T Park for Big’s field trip), a kid-free getaway to Kauai (courtesy of Lenny’s crazy hard work and talent, which required all kinds of prep including daily gifts for the kids so they remembered we still loved them, nine pages of instructions, eight sets of driving directions, and an actual real-life run through of the drop-off/pick-up procedures around town for my generous in-laws, obviously), and the virus that also took a vacation but returned with us and hit Pink (who may never, ever sleep a full night — or hour — again, it seems) even harder. Well, that stuff and the boxes that are threatening to bury our family alive if I don’t finally unpack and accept that this rental house is home for a good, long time.
So, please, accept my sincere apologies for not getting back to you. If you really, really need me, come join Pink on the couch and yell my name every time I start to walk away. It seems to be working for her.
In the meantime, check out my Facebook page for a few laughs I’ve shared along the way (one of the updates was even featured in a TODAY Parents article featuring the funniest FB posts from parents of the week…ok, ok, I know people, but still!).
I hope you’re healthy, happy, and most of all, forgiving. (But please, please don’t send anything else my way. Except maybe a pina colada with a dark rum floater.)