in case you haven't noticed, the smock has been in a funk -- and not a cool one, as in funkY -- for quite some time; and not wanting to bore you with the details, i've kept away from the blog. but i figure that at this point, if i don't at least check in, y'all will all think the summa mamas dead ... or worse, just plain boring as hell.
the fact of the matter is that sweet mamaT is being pulled in more directions than a compass has, caring for family and friends, not just physically, but financially and emotionally, and oh yes, spiritually as well. that superwoman we call mamaT began her lent with a bang and is still able to muster the strength to barge forward. so she's still here. you may see her peek in from time to time, but as long as her sweet mother recovers and the few other "orphans" she's taken on are in need, her time for breathing, much less blogging, is limited.
i, on the other hand, basically got half way through lent and threw up my hands. in surrender? not exactly. with fists more likely, but it took too much energy, so i just exhaled. funny thing is, lent didn't seem to want to end for me either and, unlike mamaT, i just gave up. my mantra has become akin to "tomorrow is another day, scarlet." it seems that being the mother of ten month old twins takes a wee more energy -- and iron -- than i could have possibly foreseen and it's all terribly boring and i ramble. i'm trying to avoid the "poor me, poor me, pour me another" whiney complaining that i detest with verve, but it is ironic that i've slipped into the state of motherhood that i've always been so bigoted against. i'm sure there's a spiritual lesson to be learned in here somewhere, but i don't have the energy to decipher it.
with that said, we miss y'all. we're still here, but we're just gonna be the wallflowers watching from the wings for awhile. we know you understand -- and it's why we love y'all.
