I haven’t been writing many posts lately, and it’s not because I’ve nothing to say. It’s because I have way too much to say, and because I have been very busy.  I’d love to post about our babysitting co-op pool party, the family camp out that followed it, the birthday party I shlepped the kids to the next day, the day spent recuperating and getting ready for a trip to my mom’s, our subsequent day in New York City at the American Girl Place and the incredible excess that it entailed. I’d like to expand on my children’s new obsession with their American Girl Dolls; my feelings of you-will-be-assimilated-resistance-is-futile.  I’d like to write about what it has been like to be home with the girls these past couple of days when my husband is away at a conference in DC.  I would also like to muse on the story of the bird that my cat carried into the house, which we rescued and released….

I’d really like to do all that, but I am just too damn tired and the kitchen is dirty, there’s laundry to do, I have email piling up, and work projects still lingering. Plus, oh yeah, I have these two cute girls to look after, cook for, and so forth.

Maybe I’ll find some time this weekend to expand on some of things listed above. Life’s just too rich to not examine it.