So I know

that I've been horrible at blogging...well, pretty much all the time, but even more so lately. But quite honestly it's because I just don't have the time, nor do I need "one more thing to do".

You see, Sean has just started is 4 month out of town rotation in Pincher Creek - and by just, I mean he started there 3 1/2 weeks ago - it's just taken me that long to get on here again.

And I know Pincher isn't that far away - maybe an hour, but it's winter, and the roads aren't always good, and he often doesn't get done work until 5:30pm or so, and starts at 8am every day, so it's really just not that realistic for him to drive home every day when he's not on call.

And they've supplied him with what I'm assuming is a pretty sweet "bachelor pad" while he's there. So he's not going to be home much in the next 4 months.

And we miss him terribly.

And I'm in "survival mode" - which means only the really necessary things get done, and then a lot of those things get bumped off the necessary list.

And I don't really cook - unless you count pancakes and Kraft dinner cooking, which for the record I don't. Because meal time battles just aren't on the necessary list.

And I'm trying to get everything ready for Christmas on top of it all.

And to be honest, I'm having a hard time feeling Christmasy (didn't know that was a word did ya? Spell check doesn't thing so either) Normally I'm more excited than the kids for Christmas, and this year I'm just not. Bad Mother confession: I almost didn't take the kids to see Santa and get their picture taken this year - and it's Maggie's first Christmas. How awful would that have been. But I made myself do it, and I'm glad I did.

So when I'm MIA, and grumpy and whining about my kids and stuff more than usual - that's probably why.

And in the next couple days we find out if Sean was accepted to do a third year of residency in Emergency Medicine in either Calgary or Edmonton....I know, how nuts are we? 

And now for something completely different.....


Anise is a true ballerina. How do I know? (besides the fact she spends 90% of her day dancing and twirling wherever she goes?)

The other day I saw her admiring the tree skirt, and she came over to me and said, "Mommy, I just love the tree's tutu! I wish I had a tutu just like it. Can I wear the tree's tutu when it's finished with it?"

Yup, ballerina.