I guess the point of NaBloPoMo is to post every day. And I totally would have. Even if it had been stupid little pictures, a cute story about my baby, or HEY! Have you heard this one about my cats? But...
But, Nathan has been sick for a week. Poor guy. A virus has attacked him with a vengeance. His nose, his tummy, gah. And to top it off, I was flying solo last week because The Targo was out of town for a wedding. Needless to say, I had a snotty, very miserable baby strapped to me for five solid days. The only time I got on the computer was at work ... which isn't the best for blog posting.
We're much happier now, because a) he's on the mend, and b) daddy is back in town. What a difference it made to have The Targo there last night. I could actually go to the bathroom by myself without the Banshee-esque screaming.
So, although I lost at NaBloPoMo, I'm going to try to post more often. And perhaps, just maybe, write. Since I'm not working on my dissertation, I need to use those skills somehow.