As 2015 draws to a close, I have become more aware than ever of how quickly time is moving. I realize that I’ve been an absentee blogger for much of this year. In fact, as I sat down to write this, I noticed that my last post was more than two months ago. How did that happen?
I guess I sort of know the answer to that. Or the answers (plural). First, of course, I went back to work after a year-long maternity leave. Being a working mom of two young boys has challenged me more than I could have known. They are such good boys, but just managing the regular day-to-day tasks like daycare pick ups, making dinner, baths, laundry, packing lunch, etc. is enough to drain me.
Then there’s work itself. I was promoted to manager while I was on mat leave and inherited an employee who I had never met before. This employee is challenging in many ways and it has made the transition tougher than it should have been. I was promoted again a couple of months ago and I now have five employees and a new area of responsibility. This is a good thing but doesn’t leave me with any extra time.
And, as is to be expected, we enjoyed a few weeks of illness in our house, culminating in a miserable sinus infection for me right before the holidays.
So here we are now. Christmas is over and it’s New Year’s Eve. We’re at the farm with my family and the littles are napping. The others are outside playing in the (tiny bit of) snow. It’s too much for me to reflect on the whole of 2015, other than to say that it had its ups and downs. It was a tough year for me in many ways, but a good year overall. My boys are growing and developing and doing amazing things everyday. We’re all healthy. That’s all I really need.
I know I need to take some time to really think about this blog and whether or not there is a future for me here. I did not intend to just drop off the face of the earth – I often wonder and worry about others when that happens – and I truly thought I could keep going. But now I wonder if I really do have anything more to say. And, more importantly, the time and desire to say it.
In the meantime, I’m still here in the background, following your celebrations and struggles, your losses and joys. I’m still here reading about your kids and families, your recipes and fashion finds, your ups and your downs. I don’t comment very often (I usually sneak in a quick read at the bus stop or on the elevator) but I am here.
Happy New Year… 2016 here we come!