The mouse made me do it

Or rather, made me not do it. No really, you know how I've been blogging like, well, almost never? And you know how I'm like totally boring now? It's totally the mouse's fault. Really. I swear.

It's not the fact that I've got a new job now. I work from home. And I haven't worked that much. And I get to pick my own hours. And I really like it.

And it's definitely not because I'm still settling in. Who cares about all of those unopened boxes and the ever growing list of things I can't find? It's cool.

It's not because I'm trying to start a preschool. And not having too awfully much luck yet. Can I help it if I can't imagine a year without some little singing voices in my house? (the twins won't sing for me yet, the little boogers;)

It's not because I've been spending more time outside, and with family, and doing fun things, because I'm in a place now where there seems to be no end to fun things to do. (Although there is definitely an end to the money to spend. Oh wait, can something without a beginning have an end?)

And it is most certainly not due to the fact that I've been in a blog slump. Or that I have about 8 posts I've started and ditched because they were putting me to sleep. Or the fact that I have a ton of reviews that I haven't finished because I want them to be good.

Oh no. No sirree.

And don't you even think it's because I am a huge klutz that fell the first day, lost her skirt another, and then fell again today. That has nothing to do with not blogging. Although the fact that I am sitting here bruised and sore makes it a little harder to write this. Just because it's so overwhelmingly embarrassing to admit what a nerd I am.

It could be because of the turnabouts, though. I think the sheer number of idiotic turnabouts in our new area is driving me to insanity. I was sorely tempted to turn left instead of going all the way around last night. I resisted, but it was a close one.

But no, I don't think so. I'm not sure what the deal-io is but I do know one thing. I've got to get back in the groove.

Guess I need to ditch this stinkin' mouse.

Or maybe the slippery flip-flops I was wearing both times I fell.

Think maybe I've hit my head one too many times?