it’s all been done

Hooray for December 1st. NaBloPoMo complete! A victory lap for me. After 29 travel plans, I still crave taking an actual trip, but I am much more aware of how much it costs. I hate being aware of how much it costs.

In other news, I am woefully behind on reading my book club selection.
Working 10 hours a week has re-balanced my week. My hats off to the full-time working moms. On the plus side, I do remember what days off feel like. Good.
Miranda has been changing around her bedtime routine. Growing old may not be for sissies, or so I’ve been told, but growing up isn’t for wusses.
Bella is communicating more and more. She sort of signs “more” and “no more” and points to things she wants. Every once in a while, as if in a dream, you could believe she said “yes” or “grandma” or “m’randa” or “enry.” Da-da is her all purpose word.
Henry is growing taller and taller. the pants I bought this fall now look too short for him. Strange the fits and starts of growth.

I am not nearly done Christmas shopping. And I wish I were done. When I finish early I want to draw it out. But now that I am only about 25% done, I am facing cold hard fear.

This lack of news is frustrating. I remember a stretch of diary keeping from about the summer of 8th grade. I had my funny-in-retrospect dramatic days, but I had tons of days that were sort of boring nice. I think I took to recording what I wore each day, just because it felt like I had to wrote something down. And that was truly private. This blog is not, so no musing about schoolyard bullies or anxieties or work. Even if I had a superbly anonymous blog, I don’t think I could rant for long. I suppose I’ll end up going back to television.

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