Scarce

I may be scarce around here these next few weeks.

We've got a lot going on this month, and I'm at the point of feeling overwhelmed in pretty much every area of my life. Every so often (maybe monthly? hmmm....) I go through these phases where I just feel like I've got so many things going on- parenting, wife-ing, my job, cleaning the house, etc...and I'm just not doing my best at any of them.

So, at least this month, I feel like the answer is to step back. I really love blogging, and reading blogs, and spending time on twitter and facebook...and www.you name it... :) I am seriously addicted to the internet. When I'm not on it, I'm thinking about the next time I'll be able to check it...and that is ridiculous. When I'm with my family, I need to focus on them instead of thinking about who I'm going to facebook or what I should say in my next blog post.

I know it will be a hard adjustment for me, and I will miss being on here as much, but at least until April, I'm planning to be rather scarce around here. Maybe after I take time to get my priorities in line, I'll have time to parent and have a clean house and blog, we'll see.

I'll still be reading blogs, and doing some facebooking, and interacting through comments, though, because I still long to be encouraging to others in the blogging community, and be encouraged through others' posts. I'm sure I'll think of stuff I just HAVE to blog about...and maybe I'll save some of it in a Word file to share with you when I get back, or just post some one-liners for you. Hope you'll all stick around for my return! And, of course, you can always follow me on Twitter! (if you haven't experienced it, it's like a little mini-blog or like facebook status updates- I love it, and I'm not giving IT up) :)

I'll leave you with a 'funny' from this weekend:

I was wearing little Z (now FIFTEEN whole months old!) on my back in his Patapum at lunch today, and we had a retreat of about 50 teens from assorted youth groups with about 20 youth leaders total. One of the youth leaders came up to me with a quizzical expression on her face, paused to look at Z and said, "Oh, wow, that's a real baby in there. I thought you had a doll on your back!" Which was hilarious. Because, really, why would a grown woman walk around with a doll strapped to her back? Does anyone have an answer to that? :)