That's because I've had nothing to say. Nothing exciting has happened - just run-of-the-mill ordinary daily procedures performed repeatedly, over and over.
It's called responsibility.
I just had a light bulb moment reading a status update on facebook.
I feel like my husband and I are ships in the night at the moment. He goes to uni. Then he goes to work. I make the dinner, bath the kids (sometimes) he arrives home and we eat. We each put a kid to bed then he hits the computer and I well..... usually hit the couch or hit the other computer or fold some washing, or clean a room. Then I go to bed while Elliot continues studying and I mumble goodnight as he stumbles into bed at some ridiculous hour.
Other nights, he walks in the door and I walk out. I come home say goodnight and we say hello the next morning.
Sometimes I feel neglected. Sometimes I feel hard-done by. But it's the same in households all around us. I'm not particularly special.
It's called responsibility.
Apparently I'm not 18yrs old anymore with no thoughts except for what I shall wear tomorrow and what date I shall have this weekend. Apparently I am nearly 29years old and that means checking the bank balance frequently, worrying about super, and making sure the car has petrol before someone drives to Cleveland. Apparently I have to provide for a family and my husband has to do so financially. Apparently 2 young people depend on me for their physical and emotional needs.
And let me tell you ........ it is REWARDING and INSPIRING and FULL of JOY and I LOVE IT . But its CONSTANT and a little DAUNTING and I WANT TO GO OUT ON A DATE WITH MY HUSBAND!!!!!
Bring on exams. I have 3 more weeks and then hopefully I can schedule a couple of hours: a) on our own and b) as a family.
Because Responsibility can still be FUN. Can't it??!??!?!
* I am not in the depths of self-despair or depression. Just making a few observations that perhaps you can all relate to. I have plans to live a little this week!!*