what you get for 10 minutes of my time

• No kidding, this is the only picture of me in the past 7 weeks. Sigh. The last ones before that was during our family holiday up to Parksville and part of those were the ones I paid a friend to take our family photos. I'm looking back through these past 7 weeks, all the birthdays and first days, and part of me knows that it's only of course because I'm usually in control of the camera. But part of me just feels invisible. To, I don't know, everyone? So I'm grateful that Sam grabbed the camera for this little moment one night between bath and bedtime. Not glamorous, indeed not, but true to life ... and I like that. (And I'm not the least bit vain or worried about aging but I am worried that I'm in line to inherit my Great Grandma's wobbly neck. She was rockin' a pretty crazy one in the end and I have a feeling it's in my future. Oh well.) 
• I'm listening to Pink really, really loud right now. It always makes me feel better. LOUD. Sam has the boys out for Henry and Walter's swimming lessons right now so I can crank it up and bother no one. Mumford and Sons is next. So lovely. 
• Life is life right now. It is what it is. I wish I could write more, write anything, write something ... but I don't. I think I need to have a second blog for a journal of sorts. Somewhere to be honest. I know it would be cathartic. Lord knows I need to talk to someone. Hmm, I'll just crank the music up a bit more instead, yeah? Those three boys will be home any second so that's all the 10 minutes you get ... really in-depth, heartfelt writing here, ha!