I suppose life gets in the way of blogging sometimes.
Tonight we’re carving pumpkins. The last time I remember trying that is when I was 3 or 4. I have very vague memories.
I’ve been sitting here angsty today wanting to complain about my mother in law but somehow tonight I can’t muster the energy.
I am so, so ready to move. I think I’ve scored an interview with a private agency that I generally would be super excited about except I fear that I would have to leave Sam behind for awhile if I took it and I’m not sure I really want to do that. But I also think that if I don’t push him to go, he will drag his feet even though he is the one who really.really.really wants to move home.
I do too.