I haven't died. I haven't stopped blogging. I haven't given up, I swear. This isn't like all those teenage diaries that I SWORE I'd finish and wrote in religiously until the second week in January every year.
I'm suffering from a combined case of RLT (Real-Life Takeover) and Blogger's Block. Real life - phew, where to start. This past few weeks have just been manic, between starting new things and wrapping up some old things, I'm barely left with enough time to pee, never mind blog. Last night I did something I haven't done since my son was a baby - I went to bed at 8:30pm when I put him to bed. BADLY WANTED.
Yesterday was also my 28th birthday, which means that I really should face up to the fact that I am, in fact, an adult, and not a young 'wan anymore. I don't know if I'll ever grow up to be honest - I went swimming last night (one of the new things I mentioned) and when I was walking into the pool I saw a group of young lads - about 16/17 years old. I immediately thought "Oh no, a group of BOYS." Like, seriously, I'm what - 11, 12 years older than them?! I suppose some things never leave you.
Speaking of leaving, I have a [sarcasmfont] wonderful [/sarcasmfont] day ahead of me on the bog. Thanks to the recent spell of wet weather, all the turf we had footed is now sitting in water, and has to be re-footed on palettes to air them out. Oh, the joys.
Enjoy your Wednesday (or humpday, as it's become known as in recent times - puke), I'll be back soon!