Why hello there. Where ya been?

I talked to my brother briefly on Mother's Day and he asked me if my blog was ‘broken’. I had a co-worker put out a ‘missing blogger’ inquiry just last week. I never really gave it much thought, but I do suppose there is a slight chance that my readers miss me. Even Keven commented recently about how nice it was when I updated my blog. Which is hardly at all these days. Obviously. When I stop and think about why I’m having such a hard time keeping up with everything that’s on my plate these days, I come up short with no real answer. Life just sort of took over and well…..that happens occasionally, right? I feel guilty when I don't post, it's always in the back of my mind but when the going gets rough, the blog gets swept under the carpet. That's just the way it is I suppose. SO. I can’t promise anything but I’m going to put more effort into getting a post up daily. It’s something that I enjoy doing, so really – why not. In the meantime let’s get caught up. :: :: :: I am completely flabbergasted that Keven Jr. has a total of three* school days left. THREE DAYS. That’s it. I honestly feel like I blinked, and that was it. It was over. When he first started Kindergarten, I was in disbelief when his teacher told us that by the end of the year he’d be reading. I am no longer skeptical. And besides this new acquired skill of reading, Keven Jr. can do simple math in his head (better than me might I add) and seems to not only enjoy but excel in art and science. The proof is in his report cards. I have no doubt that he’s ready for first grade, but oh how I wish he was still a little boy. He’s had some recent struggles with the concept of having a ‘full-time working Mom’ as a parent. He’s begged and pleaded on more than a few occasions (daily to be exact), asking me if I could eat lunch with him, or volunteer in his classroom. After all, all the other kids Mom’s do – why can’t I. I do what I can when the situation allows it, but don’t think that with each and every request that I have to tell him 'no' my heart shrivels up a little bit more than the time before. And in some cases these situations bring tears to my eyes. Oh how I wish I could be the Mom that his 6 1/2 year old self expects me to be. With the good and the bad, and the occasional guilt trip too, he'll always be my boy. I just hope he's as proud of me as I am of him. *The official last day is 5/22 however throw in a teacher conference day and an early start on summer vacation - you magically have only THREE DAYS of school left.