And I'm slowly making my way back into my blog habit.
Which makes me wonder if the same is true in reverse.
If you don't do something, say write blog posts, go jogging, wake up early, you lose the itch for it.
And it becomes difficult to start again. Must. Start. Again.
So start again is just what I've done today.
I woke up early. Check.
I went for a jog. Check. (nevermind that it was coming a Texas-sized thunderstorm and I was quickly drenched)
I am sitting here typing out the words for this post. Check.
While around the house things are half back to post-vacances normal; P-Daddy has gone back to the office, that's a start.
The boys are watching Shrek (recently discovered by the Littlest) and Ma Fille has a friend over and they're tucked away in her bedroom, speaking French at rapid speed and painting fingernails.
School doesn't start until next week so this is the last gasp of what all of a sudden feels like a really, long summer.
It's sure nice to have your fill of something though, isn't it?
Do any of you find it hard to start again?
The habit in reverse that whispers in your ear, 'hey, where have you been?'