I think I'm the worst blogger ever. Seriously. I keep meaning to write something and then after dinner is over and kids are in bed and I have sent out a couple dozen work emails I am just pooped.
Or just too pooped to write something witty anyway. Watching reality tv? Not too pooped for that.
I could write about Birdie always talking about how she "hopes the paparazzi isn't there" wherever we go. Or how just today, she talked about options for the name of her album (and yes, she referred to it as her album).
I could write about how Lovebug is already mapping out her performance in next year's talent show. (Actually, she is obsessing and it is starting to drive me a tad crazy!) Or how she is 99.99% certain at the age 9 that Harvard is her college of choice. Or how she already knows that she would like to get married in Charleston and have some sort of event at Poe's. I can't fault her for planning ahead. She is my daughter after all.
Then there is Macho Man. The baby. I could write paragraph after paragraph about how much he is changing and how my heart aches about the fact that this is my last baby. (Of course, it doesn't ache enough to make me want to do it all over again!). I could tell you tales of Macho Man getting his first hair cut, "reading" his books, all the words he is trying to say and his general daily antics. I could also share with you that he suffers from a Jekyll and Hyde personality.
I could fill you in on how the Faithful dog that has been part of our family for 7 years left us just a few short weeks ago to go to doggie heaven and yet I still can't get rid of her bed. Macho Man's first sentence was telling her to go and even now I tear up thinking about how she isn't here anymore.
And work. It's growing. Faster and faster. And I love it.....even on the days when I feel completely overwhelmed! The balance between work and family is still a huge struggle. Family, as I tell all of my clients, are first. I had cut off taking anymore clients for this year and just opened up more dates because I was turning so many people away. This may be a double edged sword. Only time will tell. Speaking of work, I need to get back to that. My first Charleston wedding is this weekend!