I need a clone.
Or a house elf.
I’m not picky.
Sadly I have neither, which necessitates a change for summer.
Those who subscribe here shall see Dances with Chaos in your inbox a bit less until fall.
I’m not going away (except to Canada in three weeks! Booyah!), or even on hiatus. I’ll just be cutting down the posts to around three times a week.
Unless I feel chatty. Or need to vent. Or have something super cute I just have to share with everyone.
I’m fickle like that.
The goal is to enjoy more time with my kids, get my house a bit more organized, and perhaps turn some fictional characters from Writing with Chaos into something more… like a book.
I also might be changing Dances with Chaos to Dancing with Chaos and switching to self-hosted during this time. I’m working out the kinks at WwC first before I take the plunge a second time.
Yeah, am I wishy-washy much today?
I find myself floundering in the sea of change and how different this next year will be.
One of my dear local friends is transitioning from part time to full time work. Her eldest starts kindergarten this fall and her little one is two and half. Daytime play dates at her house were often a sanity saver, her conversation never failing to cheer me up.
Those wonderful day time moments? Gone, starting next week (though I am so happy she has this opportunity).
Her son and his other best buddy (who lives across the street) start school. Because of The Tackler’s birthday (February) he cannot until the following year.
Another play date option and day time sanity saver? Gone.
My children will both be doing Mother’s Day Out starting in September (although at a different location than The Tackler currently attends). I will have four hours with no children twice a week to do whatever I want (or errands impossible with children).
This a change I’ve been salivating over since last February.
By this time next year, my son will be of kindergarten age, and I shall have to decide if public school or home schooling is the best option for him.
How did these children get so big so quickly?
I was just cursing my first pregnancy and how I slept horribly every night. Five years and one week could not have possibly passed since the first time I heard The Tackler’s heart beat during my first sonogram.
Five years? Seriously?
A change in the chaos indeed…