It goes without saying, that I've kept busy. Baby number one just started school and is currently seriously confused by her first vacation: "Can I go to school, mommy?" Baby number two has begun walking, dancing, and climbing in ernest. We're still in Beijing.
I did commit to a year when we first came here, right? I guess that's what happens when life is good. It gets hard to imagine living anywhere else. Hard to imagine how, if I don't even have time to keep a blog now, I might have time for anything else anywhere else! Let's just see how long I can maintain my current industrious attitude before I take a three-year break.
I do wonder, though, why I don't persist. Is it because I can't keep it brief? If I'm sitting at my computer, writing, I could be spending time with the girls or doing some work. Or, maybe, it's because my life is too good. Writers are supposed to be tortured, right? I refuse to admit it might be laziness, because I am not a lazy person. Perhaps it is perfectionism gone wrong-avoiding the task because it might not be perfect when I'm done with it.
Regardless of the reason, I'm willing to give it another go. There's plenty to write about, even on the blandest of days; having children does that. So, here we go again.
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