Blog guilt?

I started this fully intending to write everyday. Then, I skipped days, then months.

Then I joined the ranks of millions of parked blog pages sitting there unused and unread--like millions of beautifully landscaped homes intending to be used and shown off, but the people are too busy to actually live there.  So, there we go. Thankfully with all my readership, I know I will be easily forgiven. It's easy to forgive yourself....of some things.

You know I saw Julie and Julia too and I had daydreams of my blog turning into some cult favorite. After all, as a neighbor told me, who has five boys to write about? Well, turns out there's a lady in California who is a published author who has an extremely well-read blog about her four sons, called, Testosterhome. I swear the name came from my 15-year-old, Matthew. Oh well, I don't think she'll be too jealous of the attention I'm getting.

I do want to keep this up, if just for the fact of trying to keep a record of these days that pass so quickly and don't allow me to savor them as long as I want to.

So now, with a small measure of discipline, I intend to try again. If you know my number, call and tell me to write my daily blog. Please.

So now all of the boys are back to school and I'm sad. I was the greatest mom yesterday and we watched an episode of The Office and two episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond. I had thoughts of taking them on an educational excursion, but we just wrapped up in blankets, had grilled pb&j sandwiches and laughed at how much Marie reminds me of my mother. And how Debra reminds them of me. Very easy and warm fun. I'll miss easy days like this more than anything, I think.