No, I’m not mad at you. No, you didn’t offend me. No, I’m not working on super secret projects behind your back.

I’m not blowing you off. I am not ignoring you. I am not quitting. I don’t hate you.

In fact – this isn’t about you.

I am busy. I have a new job I am trying to get going. I write for five websites. I sing in a choir and it is our last concert of the year. I have rehearsal every night this week. Oh, except for the one night where I am moderating a panel for the SMC-DC on Sports and Social Media. My boss was here for three days last week and we were working pretty much constantly.

Oh, and I have two kids, a husband and two cats.

My husband has worked 13 our of the last 14 days. It is my children’s last week of school. This means half days and parties and special events and trying to figure out placement for next year and trying to make arrangements for the summer.

My house is a wreck and I am about 17 loads of laundry behind. I need to go grocery shopping but first I need to clean out the refrigerator so that I have a place to put the new stuff.

And today is Father’s Day.

So yeah. I’m not miserable. I’m not sad. A lot of my busy is fun. I got to cover the M3 festival. I like my new job. I love writing. I love singing. I love hanging out with my family. Don’t call me. I can’t go to lunch. I’m just busy. I cannot take your call if I am in a meeting. I cannot take your call if I am driving in the District. No offense, I don’t want a ticket. Unless you are calling to babysit, buy something from me for my new job or you really love laundry and have some free time I just don’t have the time. It isn’t that I don’t love you, it isn’t that I don’t care what is going on in your life, it is just that it is taking everything I have in me to keep my own life together right now.

Just give me like two weeks. I’m not saying I won’t be busy then, I’ll just be less busy.

In short, it’s not you, it’s me. I can’t be everywhere. I can’t do everything. I’m sorry if I missed your (choose as many as apply to you) birthday/conference call/event/party/play date/dinner/baby shower/phone call/facebook status update/housewarming party/going away party/happy hour/new baby/surgery/soccer game/tweet/blog post/break-up/other. Please accept this blanket apology if you are one of the 50 people I have offended this week.

And if you are one of the family members/friends/neighbors that have helped me in the past few weeks by watching the kids or covering one of my posts or getting my kids off of the bus when I was running late or letting me borrow an onion or just saying “I understand” when I said that I couldn’t do something thank you. Thank you for making my life a little bit easier. I owe you guys.

Love,

Sarah

Actual Father Not Shown

I said “Are you making liberty spikes?”

He said “What is a liberty spike?”

I explained to him what a liberty spikes were and what a mohawk was.

“You know your Dad used to have a mohawk. A purple one.”

“No he didn’t. He had a purple head?”

“No, honey, just his hair was purple. His head was regular color. He used to have a nose ring too.” I said. ” A Bull Ring, like this” and I demonstrated what a bull ring looks like.

And my five year old son said “That is so old fashioned.”

Welcome to 2010 people. We are old now.

No really.

Read all about it here.

I don’t know if it is stress or PMS or what, but I woke up in a foul mood.

Last night I realized that if I was going to road trip to BlogHer again I would not be able to do my scheduled co-op day at the kids summer camp. It occurred to me that I was going to look like a giant asshole when I told people that while, yes, I have had the schedule for seven weeks now I didn’t know I was driving to Chicago until this week. I sent an e-mail to the entire mailing list anyway hoping that somebody could trade days with me or maybe I could even pay them to work on my co-op day.

When I feel like a jerk it makes me mean so I gave my mom a hard time on the phone. Then I felt like a bigger jerk wad so I was bossy and strict with the neighborhood kids.

Then I had a glitch with some forms and work and just as I was ready to completely snap I checked my e-mail and there was a message from a lady I barely know from my pre-school summer camp.

She said that she had helped out at the camp yesterday and she had such a great time with the kids that she would be happy to just take my day for fun.

The tone was infectious. She had such a wonderful time playing with her four year old at school that she couldn’t wait to help out in his class again. In addition, I now have a desperately needed extra day this week to get ready for my trip.

I’m not in a bad mood anymore.

I wonder if she knows that she literally made my day?

And should I take her flowers or a bottle of wine?

Thank you to everyone who checked in on us.

It isn’t as if he waited until the twins were five to show them, but now Ian has the secret.

Last night Ian pulled off his first effective job. He rushed over to me “Mommy! Mommy! Quick! Pull my finger!”

And I did.

And it was good.

It’s the circle of life and it moves us all.

Four years ago I typed this sentence on a generic blogspot template.

Nobody get excited. I am terrible at finishing projects. There is a good chance that this will be my only post.

Boy was I wrong. Hundreds of posts later here we are and I haven’t run out of things to say yet.

Try the new Twilight religion – Cullenism.