And so, I don’t have any excuses for not writing. Except maybe too much furniture blocking the computer. And a toddler.
But those are really bad excuses.
Because there’s also notebooks. And coffee. And pens. And OK, maybe the pens don’t work. But there’s crayons. Because there’s a toddler.
Anyway. The last day of the year makes you think. Mostly about what you’ve done with the other 364 days.
There’s been a lot of clapping. And crying. And laughing. And being generally amazed by my kid. There’s also the time I said, ‘Isla, please don’t put Mama’s Spanx in the toilet.’ But I only had to say that once.
There hasn’t been a lot of writing.
There’s been moving. And meeting new people. Unpacking boxes. And introducing Isla to the joy of bubble-wrap.
I even found myself using an orange as a stress-ball. But that only happened once.
There’s been lots of hotels. And a few hurricanes. And even more hugs. And while we’re here, I haven’t been very impressed with this season of Homeland.
And I could have been writing. About the time we got caught in a blizzard. Or the time Isla tried to wipe off one of my scars.
Or that time we bought a house.
We’ll be moving into that house, our new home, in 2016.
There will be more boxes. And bubble-wrap. Less furniture. More space. Lots of love. And books.
And I’ll write all about it. For Isla. For me. For everything.
Please stay tuned. And Happy 2016, when it comes.
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