I know I’ve not been the best blogger of late, what with the sporadic posts and rather vacuous content. Perhaps I can offer a bit of insight on the situation. The other day, as I did the working mom two-step, trying to answer emails, field phone calls and supervise projects for the girls, I was shown the light. Briar, blue crayon in hand and Avery with brown, asked to draw my hand, and, seeing as I happened to have one hand free, I let them.
I watched as my hand and the piece of paper sank into the ottoman under their intense tracing. They spent quite some time huddled over the paper making it just right. It was seeing my hand, in all its cornflower and burnt umber glory, that I understood my blogging malaise.
My digits are simply too large to navigate my MacBook keys.