Befuddled: To The Max.

I’m alive, I swear.

I seem to have dropped off the edge of the blogosphere the last couple months, seemingly since finishing the bathroom. This isn’t for lack of wanting to write, it’s just been a lack of time to do so.

The older Cordelia gets, the less she sleeps, which means, the less time I have to write or do the things I want to do. Between doing dishes and laundry and dogs, there are floors to be cleaned, cooking to be done, and beds to be changed or made. I always think to myself, “okay, I’ll get the dishes done, and then maybe I’ll have time to do _____ before Cordelia needs to lay down for her nap.” but realistically, it just doesn’t happen. I wake up thinking of what cool shit I’m going to do that day, but usually it ends up being the same mundane housework I do every day.. just sometimes in different order. It sounds rather morose, but hey, it’s the truth. We all go through spells of it.

We’re in the process of rearranging the downstairs again so that I have more space to do my thing. Thing meaning painting, re-finishing, candle making, sewing, sculpting, blah blah you get the point. Plus, I may be starting something very new, very nerve racking, but very… very exciting. So I will definitely be posting about that as it happens.

This isn’t a dear john post, about how I’ve loved writing my blog, but I’m ditching it and running off with some dude to Reno.. it’s just an update as to where I’m at these days. I have some personal stuff goin’ on, and I’m feeling rather.. befuddled, mostly. Yeah… that’s exactly the word I’m looking for. Befuddled. Also tired. Tired and befuddled, befuddled and tired. And frumpy as fuck.

So keep cool my babies, I’ll return to my normal self, with just as much swearing and butter as before.