And sometimes I sits and curse whatever knocked my blog offline in the middle of NaBloPoMo. And then I sits and thinks some more and eventually just say “screw it,” because I was fighting burnout anyway and this was obviously the universe saying hey Jen, take some time off on me, and who am I to argue with that? And then I sits some more, and works with a friend to move the whole damned site to another host with a new design and all new fun features to figure out. And then I just sits, because it’d been so long since I last wrote that I had a terminal case of Paralysis by Analysis. It’s painful and annoying and smells vaguely of gingko.
By my count it’s been six weeks since my last post. I’ve kept busy.
• Drove to Iowa and back for Thanksgiving. Tom and I entertained our Facebook friends with Travel Haiku. Sample:
Six hours to go
Youngest suddenly queasy
Yeah, they were all that good. For eight hours. We’re nothing if not entertaining.
• I played three concerts.
• I read at least three books.
• I landed a part time job with flex hours that starts in February. My relief and joy know no bounds.
• I cleaned the house, edumacated the oldest and oversaw the edumacating of the youngest, bought groceries, cooked food, tripped over the dog, did laundry ad nauseum, farted around on Facebook and Pinterest, played umpteen games of Words with Friends, debated whether or not I should even continue blogging, taught flute lessons, kissed my husband, bought Christmas presents, made to-do lists, ignored to-do lists, completed to-do lists, answered emails, made phone calls, went to an international band conference where I heard my middle school alma mater kick ass and take names, took oldest to more doctor appointments than I care to recall, drank wine, watched/listened to/followed on Twitter Broncos games, partied with extended family, set up a Laughing at Chaos G+ community and listened to a lot of Christmas music.
You know, Life.
The last few years have sucked hard here at the House of Chaos. Two years ago I sat on the couch alone (Tom on a business trip, yes, on New Years Eve) and cursed the hell out of 2011. I cursed that year up and down and in and out and inside outside upside down with a string of curses and obscene hand gestures. This year I am overflowing with hope for 2014, and will shortly crash on the couch WITH my husband and toast the hell out of 2014. We can see a light at the end of the tunnel, and we’re pretty sure it’s not an oncoming train.
Happy New Year, everyone. I’m back, and it’s going to be great.