That's not really true. While we are technically homeless right now due to the unexpected dramatic suicide of the air conditioning unit at our former apartment, we are actually living quite comfortably in a guest house up the mountain from where we lived before.
It's cozy. Like "700 sq ft" (we're guessing more like 400-500 sq ft) cozy. But we're small people and the yard is big and the mansion on the other side of the yard is generally open to visitors, so we're happy.
But we still don't have a home, you know? And that's stressful. It's hard to feel like a good parent when you can't provide a proper home for your kids, and really hard to explain to your three year old why you're moving again for the second time in five months and why she probably won't see her new friends at the complex again. And sometimes she decides to protest by reverting back to a naughty puppy who pees all over the place. And I don't know about you, but when I feel like a crappy parent I start to feel like I'm failing as a wife and then the whole infrastructure of our family just goes to shit. I mean hell. I mean... gah.
Anyway, we should have internet tomorrow. For now I am able to get it up at the main house, but my computer is almost always hijacked for Wild Kratts so blogging gets put on the back burner.
Which reminds me, we don't even have a stove in this guest house! But you know what that has taught me? Trader Joes frozen vegan burritos are the bomb. And you can totally justify eating chips and salsa for breakfast as long as you've already had your coffee and maybe a piece of fruit.
So there you have it: the reason for my absence.
Here's a picture of my cute threenager to make the post seem legit:
