I don't mean to be so dramatic, dear reader. Life is busy, yes, but not unmanageable. At least not unmanageable by the competent among us.
Sometimes I wonder if I should flesh out more of the backstory here at Tollipop? Like, some of the less rosy anecdotes? You know the ones: those high blood pressure moments wherein you thought you had an understanding with your child, you looked each other in the eye and had an understanding, you had a verbal understanding, you even had a written one, and then 24 hours later what happened to the understanding??!
You forgot to get it notarized, that's what.
Listen, I try not to rattle those skeletons out of respect for privacy and of course my time limit here at this blog. Franchement, if I tried to give you all the grim details, the harrowing tales from the trenches, the moments when I search frantically for an eject button because there must be one around here somewhere, well, darling...(cue glittering, coloratura laughter)...that would simply take ages!!
Just please know it's not all captivating papercuts and dizzying passages on the violin around here, not all sweet little redheads reading Nancy Drew on their walks home from school and me bounding around in a cat hat, even though I do have a cat hat and admittedly bound around in it all the time.
I think it's good to stay close to one's roots, don't you?
I just hope you assume, when you look at these pretty pictures, that this of course is not the sum total of our lives. I hope, if you ever think of me, you don't picture a tranquil, zen being floating around with her pantry alphabetically ordered, but rather a wild-eyed rabbit being chased through the desert, plagued by the fear she's missed a carpool or forgotten American Thanksgiving by one measly week.
But guess what? I made these coconut cupcakes for Caroline's birthday party and they were so yummy they should be illegal. And I know exactly when American Thanksgiving is this year. And today my little sister and her three darling kids are coming to spend it with us. And my brother and his family, too. I've been at Trader Joes three times in the last 48 hours. I'm not messing this thing up, at least not a lot.
It's going to be awesome...skeletons and all. For sure, the skeletons.
You have to have them, dear reader. And be sort of grateful for them, too.
Otherwise your life is just some smooth, slick blog.