Hey. Where have I been? What am I doing?
I don't know that I really can answer that . I am in limbo. Waiting.
Waiting for nicer weather to start the outside stuff again. Waiting for the motivation to tackle the grass that is taking over the garden soil - lawn trying to reclaim it's old territory.
Waiting for the next stage of my life - so I don't have to wonder what I will be doing when I grow up.
Waiting for summer always.
Waiting for my kids to grow past this stage and then wondering how they got so big so fast.
Waiting for things to slow down - knowing they never will, not soon anyway.
Waiting for one kid to get over the bug - stomach crud... waiting for the next one to get it, or for myself to end up head first in the toilet.
Waiting for my next thing and missing the opportunities in between the ones I am waiting for
Waiting for the wash machine and the dishwasher to finish, waiting for the kids to get on the bus and off the bus, waiting for rain, and then praying for sun.
Waiting too long to go to bed, not wanting to give in to the tired.
I am still here, I am just waiting.