But I feel, too, that my kids are at such magic, ephemeral ages -- 19 months and 5 years, respectively -- that I need to spend as much time with them as I can, and get in sufficient sleep and self-indulgent distractions during my off time to recharge and be at my best for them. They may not remember right now in the future, but I will.
Meanwhile we officially gave up our project of moving house this year and instead undertook a massive reorganization of the apartment. We even bought a real couch. More on that later. (I love you, IKEA.)
At some point the mere thought of keeping up with my blog was weighing on me. So I abruptly stopped doing it, guiltily at first, then thoroughly enjoying the freedom. But now I'm back, with an overdue graphic redesign, and still plenty to talk about, I promise.