It's a small life

There are days I let the blog go not only because I'm tired, overwhelmed, but because I have nothing significant to say. It's a small life, after all. My world revolves around my kids, my husband, the dog, the house, sometimes the garden... and work, which I can't really talk about here. So I don't want to be boring. 

Who really wants to hear the injokes about how the Little Man may just get a bale of socks next year for Christmas? Not a square bale, either, but one of the big round ones, and compressed, to boot. I swear the boy eats socks, and since he favors my good wools and will snag a pair out of my drawer without a second thought, I'm the one left holding the ba... er, single sock with a hole in the heel. And he's picky about what he'll wear outside. Dude. It's below freezing out there. I don't care if you don't want to flash the emblem of my alma mater. If you won't wear an actual, you know, Winter Coat with proper insulation, and you can't find your own hoodie, you're going to wear mine. Seriously? 

It's a small life in a lot of ways. I'm watching my weight, and trying to find ways to exercise, along with booting the kids into action on that front, because all three are troglodytes and would never see the Daystar if they were allowed to reach their inclination toward nocturnal ratiocination. The First Reader has been telecommuting, which was working nicely right up until the girls were on winter break and now he's planning on working from T'office in the next town over because teen girls and squees and random bursts of giggles. 

Plus, the holidays. Which are no longer as big a tradition as they were when the kids were small, but still there's work parties, and secret santas, and days off, and trips to see the in-laws on both sides (and what a blessing to have the time and energy to do that!). So much going on, in such a small life. 

I'm not saving the world. I'm not anything special at all. I don't have big, important, earth-shattering stuff to write about. I'm going to be late for work (ok, not late precisely... but I do enjoy arriving in the lab when it's all still and quiet and I have time to get in my groove before the action really starts) if I don't wrap this up.