After moving, realizing that internet does not magically appear in one's computer, and getting that all figured out, it turns out that my new, full-time job kicks. my. butt.
Yeah, not exactly a gentle transition back into the working world as on top of the work it's been SO HOT! Like heat stroke hot. Like cancelled two days of work because of the heat hot.
Which is not to say that I'm complaining- I'm so grateful that I was able to find a job so quickly that allows me to support my husband going back to school and keep my family fed and clothed with a lovely roof over our heads.
Mainly what I'm saying is that my assumption that I would easily be able to keep up with my desire to create and then share stuff with you was CRAZY UNREALISTIC. Hmmm.
Even when I was working three jobs (many years ago) I never found myself so drained of energy by the end of the day that the only things I could manage to do was put my feet up.
Ok. Enough of that.
We get to walk up to the farmer's market on Saturday mornings, we can find local everything, and our apartment is so kid-friendly.