Short blog post. Because I'm tired.

I haven’t been around lately. I haven’t blogged, haven’t tweeted, and haven’t been updating my facebook author page. I’ve worked some on the second book, but not as much as I would have liked. It most definitely isn’t because I don’t want to. I do. I really, really do.

The truth is that I’ve been too tired. Yes, I’m always tired. I joke about it but it’s a reality. Having even one child to chase all day will make you tired and I have four. Being pregnant will make you tired. I’m chasing four kids and am pregnant. Add tired to tired and that is how I feel right now. I can usually do alright, and work through the tired. (Because I truly WANT all of these things that make me tired!) But lately my husband has been working a ton of overtime so I have less help because he is away.

It is absolutely not my intent to complain about his working so much. The man actually makes me want to do a better job here. He works and works, and never complains. He just says he is grateful to God for the overtime and happy to provide for our family. Really. That is the man I married. He works so much, and lately is working on what should be his time off …. and he is grateful to do it. I’m so blessed to be his wife.

I miss writing, but my body is requiring sleep when I can get it. So I’ve been a little absent. Now you know why. It’s temporary of course, after this month the husband should be home more and I will be another month closer to the release of my book so I will have a lot to update everyone on.

So there you have it. I’m still around, still happily growing my fifth little one and spending my days playing with the four kiddos I have now. I’m still so excited about the upcoming release of my book. I want to share these wonderful things with all of you. So I promise I will return again soon.

Until next time…

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