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Blogging Sabbatical!

I am in the midst of a lot of things right now, and my "Not Me Monday!" blog reminder has been popping up on my calendar all day. I keep hitting "snooze," thinking i'll get to it later. However, 2 new Chicken Pox, 1/2 a patio worth of placing pavers (which is fun despite the fact that i no longer have fingerprints), a puddle of water in the living room (boys are just not trustworthy alone downstairs with a water bottle available to them), a run to the bank and the post office, daily puppy walking duties, my oldest child's first excursion into the grocery store alone (since she is not contagious anymore!), a pan of homemade granola bars (though "bars" is a tad wishful), a puddle of another sort in the bedroom (remember laughing till you wet yourself?), 2 fresh loaves of whole wheat oatmeal bread, a couple of popsicles, a de-stickify-the-toddler bath, quite a few dishes, a few random loads of laundry, some vacation planning with my sister, and a couple of short conversations with little ones thrown in have made my day very busy.

So! I am taking a blog sabbatical! There will be no "Not Me Monday!" post today since i have no energy to put one together... and that actually makes me sad, but i HAVE to go to bed now that the bread is out of the oven!

Have a great week! I'll be back soon.....

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