I know, I know. I've received the emails and the FaceBook messages, and I wonder where I've been my self.
It's been a red alarm summer. Catastrophe has befallen my family at every turn in the road. From hydro planing across a busy Interstate in a driving downpour and totaling the car but not ourselves to being faced with the obligation of rescuing an abandoned kitten, our challenges have swelled. To top it off the kitten is a girl and she's very at home with us. Concussions, stitches and bee stings warranted ER visits.
My minivan caught on fire. What's worse is someone put it out. Worse than that, I'm still driving it.
And my 17 year-old son hit a dear with his car. He field dressed it. I now have road kill in my freezer and I'm wondering if it means I'm a success or failure as a parent.
This is only half of the stuff that happened in July. May and June came with their own worries too stale to mention as excuses now.
Thursday, I leave for the Bahamas. Friday, my children start school. When I return home, I expect the summer of catastrophe to be officially over and for things to return to our usual ordinary chaos.
Please pardon my long absence. Blogging to resume momentarily. Time for the green light.