How Did We Get Here?

Or, more precisely, how did I get here?

I was doing so well, you know? Posts every day, witty banter filling up my blog. Then I took a little break for one day. And another. Then some two- and three-day breaks.

Now it seems I'm posting a couple of times a week when the urge strikes me.

Pleh.

Not that this is the Bad Old Days when I posted once every three months, but I've still fallen down on the job. Not good.

So I'm going to get back on track here. A post a day, even if it's short and pointless, or just shorter and more pointless than usual. Like this entry, for instance.

We had a fine Thanksgiving over at my parents'; a very small affair it was, too, with just us, my folks, and my sister. Then today it was down to the other folks' place for a "leftover" Thanksgiving, which turned out to be larger than the original item. There were some 13 people over there and six of them children.

It's been busy but fun; today was our fourth visit to another house in three days, though, and it's beginning to wear on the boys. They're crying more easily, getting out of sorts, and generally seem tired. So tomorrow we're staying here, and the main job shall be catching up on the housework that hasn't gotten done for the past three days. You'd be amazed how much that can be with three kids (if you don't have at least that many, that is).

If I survive, I'll be back in here tomorrow--or, hopefully, later today.

ps--If you know Chris Skaggs, you can check out his Thanksgiving thoughts over at his blog, The M. I've got to say that his description of his little "family" up there appeals so strongly to me that my head almost came off in reading that. Who wants to sign up to throw ourselves into God's hands in the northwest with me? Eh? What do you say?