There are a few reasons I haven’t written on here in forever.

One is that I’m usually tired or busy at the end of the day. After the kids go to bed I usually watch something with Tristen. Sometimes if I’ve got a lot of work to do I’ll do that.

Or if she goes to bed early or is wrapped up in something I haven’t gotten into yet, I might watch something myself or do some of the aforementioned work. Or I might play a video game. Have some me time, you know? And I tend to write a lot when I do, so it can take some time.

That’s one set of reasons.

The other is that I care more about privacy now.

It’s not that I don’t mind sharing my own stuff, and there are plenty of things I don’t mind sharing about parenting and what my own kids are doing. But I do care about, say, divulging things going on in my sixteen-year-old daughter’s life. (Nothing crazy- Milly’s still a really good kid, but there are personal things, ya know?) Or talking about things going on in the lives of people Tristen has been a surrogate for. Or talking about what my friends have been up to.

But I do feel bad. I was just looking at some mats in our downstairs bathroom a few minutes ago. If I remember correctly, Tristen bought them (along with one other) some years ago with the purpose of creating spaces for the boys in the playroom during activities. Each one had a mat and was expected to stay on it, whether for some activity or another like coloring or playing, or while watching TV. It didn’t last long.

And that reminded me of how, during one summer, I had different stations around the room for them. There would be maybe a Lego station, a toy station, and a workbook station, and we’d rotate every 30 minutes or something like that.

Also didn’t last long.

But these are things I’m sure the boys don’t remember, as they’re just fleeting shadows of time in my mind now. There are so many little things that I haven’t documented, and I hate that I haven’t kept up with them.

So maybe I’ll try again. I say that all the time, don’t I? We’ll see.