It's Called Life

When the Nashes experience a major life event we do it in threes. Or fours or fives, as I'm learning.

In the two weeks surrounding Brian's and my wedding we also bought a house, moved, went on our honeymoon and Brian started a new job.

In April Lucy was born. Then we put our house on the market. It sold. We looked for a new house. Bought a new house. And then moved. I thought that was it.

Then we found out about Lucy's surgery. And for the cherry on top Brian was recruited to a new company. He accepted and started last week.

Since April I feel like I've been running on fumes. Each time I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel something else comes up.

I keep telling myself that I want to blog more. Ideas pop into my head throughout the day and I tell myself when I get home from the gym I'll get on the computer. But then I clean up the kitchen or answer a phone call or play with my smiling baby instead.

Then I say after lunch when the kids are asleep I am definitely getting on that blog of mine. But then I remember we're running low on baby food and I should probably puree those pears before they go bad. And really, let's be honest here, are the kids ever asleep at the same time? Noooooooooo.

Then Brian comes home from work and angels break out into a chorus of hallelujah. We do dinner. We do clean up. We do baths. We do jammies, books and bed. And by that time this computer of mine seems so far away and I just want to sink into the couch and watch the latest Grey's or have a funny conversation with my hubby.

So then I say after Lucy's surgery things will definitely get back to normal. Or wait. Maybe after Thanksgiving. Well then we've got Christmas. Ok, Christmas. After Christmas things will definitely, for sure get back to normal.

But will they? Maybe this is my new normal. It's life with two kids in a bigger house that requires bigger upkeep and married to a husband with a bigger job that requires bigger amounts of time away from home.

I'm not sad or upset. This is the closest I'm going to get to the fastlane. What life would have felt like if I had stayed a career woman. Juggling 78 balls in the air at once while hopping on one foot. I love that! And I'm good at it.

But this blog needs to go up a few notches on the priority ladder. It deserves better from me than a once-a-week post. You, my dear reader, deserve better than that. And, if truth be told, I really need this outlet for myself. All bum-wiping and no writing makes Mama Nash a dull lady.

So bear with me while I try to figure out how I can get more quality 'puter time worked into my schedule. Probably idea #1 is getting this machine out of the basement and into our mainstream living area. Or maybe convincing hubby I need a laptop. But that's probably a no-go seeing as we just bought this totally pimped-out computer last year. So then I'm guessing finishing the basement into a family room is out of the question as well? **Sigh**