If I were a good blogger, I’d already have a queue of relevant posts waiting in the wings, scheduled and ready to go on a timely and consistent schedule. 30 Healthy Super Bowl Snack, 87 Homemade Valentines for Under $1, and Celebrate President’s Day with This Historical (and Fun!) Breakfast would all be set to post in the next week. I’d be in the kitchen making Easter goodies and taking 457 photos, in order to pick the perfect Pinterest money shot. I’d be pouring out my heart, ranting about inequality somewhere, and telling you how to save $700 with one easy trick.
And I really do mean to do those type of things. I have pictures I’ve taken that need to be edited for blog posts. Posts I’ve written that need photos taken. Ideas rolling around in my head that I want to share with you.
Instead I’m up all night with #Philbaby.
Yes, he has his own hashtag, mostly so I can find his pics easily on Instagram.
and letting him get roly poly on milk.
Milk drunk FTW!
and putting three kids to sleep at once. Hey look! I can multitask!
(Anyone else think my weird smile in this pic looks like Isobel Crawley? Just me? )
Also taking selfies.
Please forgive my wayward blogging ways. I promise I’ll get back to a regular posting schedule.
Someday. After I sleep.