Nothing to say. At least nothing you haven't heard from me a hundred times before. How many times can a person write about teething and toddler sleep habits and how much I love coffee? Apparently I can write about it a lot. But I'm tired. Tired of having nothing to say.
With an active child in the house my days are baby-centric. We play, eat, read, repeat. I don't have anything else going on in my life right now. Trust me, the play, eat, read thing is time consuming enough.
So how does one keep a blog going when there's little else to write about? I've asked myself that every one of the 50 times I've sat down to post in the last week and a half. What do I have to say?
I've been coming up empty.
So, for now, it will probably remain quiet while I try to balance work and Everlee and coping with this damnable winter.
I don't plan on it being permanent. Hopefully, if Everlee becomes a little more independent, I can have a little time for myself and maybe have something to say that isn't a recycled version of something I've already written.