Whether many of us like to admit it or not we are all somewhat slaves to a routine. If we were to take a few moments to think about it I think we would all have to agree. We rise each morning and for the most part each day we go through the same motions. It is when the unexpected comes and changes the routine that we seem to notice it best.
As of late I have been absent from the blog world and have not had much of any time to keep up with my posts or the many blogs I love to follow. I wish I could say that I have been festive and bobbing around with holiday doings. Yet this is not the case.
Without getting into the entire drawn out details... I have been tending to my oldest son. It is funny how to a mother her children forever remain just that... her children. He is a 6'3" boy of 27 yet still to me he is my little boy. He is going through a rough patch in his life right now and being the protective mother hen that I am, I am close by just in case he needs me.
I am hoping to get back to a somewhat regular schedule this next week and hope to update myself slowly with the many posts I am sure I have missed as well as a little writing myself. It is a great therapy for me so it is something I am looking forward to.
I hope that this Sunday finds you well and enjoying this holiday season. Many of you I know are probably buried in snow. Old man Winter has made an early entrance for many. We have only been blessed with his wonderful cold air and strong winds thus far. And really I can not complain much about that as it has been relatively warm most of this month and last. Yet Yule is still a bit over a week away so there is much more to come.
Have a blessed Sunday.