"I've been reading your blog."
The words were innocent, but the admission from my uncle shocked me.
I'm not really in hiding, but I was surprised to learn he took the time to read the things I'd written.
In that moment, I tried to remember the last thing I'd written about. "Oh," I think I said. Then, "OH."
I wish I could say that things have changed in the last 9 months or so, but they really haven't.
Okay, that's not true. Some things have changed. My grandpa died. Baby Sister turned one and started clapping and saying "mommy" and walking. My dad found a mass on his kidney, and while he hasn't necessarily been diagnosed with cancer, it's still terrifying. In October, our finances took a turn for the worse, but we climbed out of the rubble and things are better than they've been in a long time. Things are happening.
I'm still stressed...between work and school and the kids and the Hubster working two jobs, I feel like nothing ever gets done. My house is a disaster area and I'm trying to breathe through it and activate my tunnel vision until my classes end on Friday.
I wish I could say that I've managed to eat healthy and keep up with exercise even though I had to cancel both Weight Watchers and our gym membership...but I don't really like to lie.
I am, however, trying. And that's the truth.