Why don't I blog anymore?

Because of this:

This guy.

I am snuggled up in my warm bed, so deliriously happy with my lot in life. It is so precious to me to know that he is here every night, till death do us part.

And that was the end of my resolution.

So here I am, six days into the new year, apologizing for another failed resolution. 

Can I tell you the truth? Last summer I started praying for humility. Even the tiniest bit would be fantastic, you know? And since then, nothing really feels worth writing about. What could I possibly say that hasn't been said? What could really come out of this head that is so important it should be written out there on the Internet? All of the things that once lt so important to write down and all of that "wisdom" that felt so necessary to impart just sort of floated off into nowhere. 

Sheesh. That sounds depressing. Really, I'm so happy, but at the end of the day I just want to stop my brain and let it all sort of fall out of my head. There isn't a whole lot in there worth opening my mouth for at present. When I have a moment to think, I just prefer to think to myself rather than spread my thoughts around. How on earth did that happen?! Maybe I'm growing up? Maybe my prayers were truly heard? What felt last year like something that needed to be said now just sort of feels like more prattle that I just don't need to unleash. There is so much to fill our heads these days. I'm almost feel bad taking up your precious time. Go say a prayer or something! Do some squats! 

Things here are awesome. The boys just turned two and they're so cute I just chew on them all day. Claire is incredibly full of herself and we secretly delight in it. Today she was walking into the church nursery with her blanket on her head and declared, "uuugggghh....I am so freaking tired!" Who really wants to discipline that more than they want to giggle at it? Claire is truly the puppet master around here, and she just pulls our strings alllll dayyyyy loooong. Molly is adorable, but exercising her new-found kindergartner attitude. She's spending a lot of time with her head hung in shame for her lippy backchat. Good thing she's cute. And Lucy? She's awesome. So funny and capable. Those first-Borns are just so cool, aren't they? She's just so grown-up and friendly. Nothing about that kid that isn't agreeable and nice. 7 fits her well. Andrew is still super cute and amazing. Love that guy. He manages to make all of this chaos fun, somehow. Life's a wonderful ride with him. 

And I am good. Remicade is going great, with a few minor side effects here and there. Nothing earth shattering. I love it! I have had almost a full year completely in the game and playing actively. Amaaaaazing! Every eight weeks, I spend two hours with an IV and three hours with a headache and life is lovely again. Compared to this time last year, it's heavenly! 

What else? Stone thinks he's allowed to sleep on our bed now. Fool. 

Well, my humility and I have to get up at 5:30. 

Happy New Year, friends!

My resolutions?

No more cursing. Oy.

Blog every, single, gosh-durned day.

To keep Christ alive in our home every, single day.

To take time out with my husband every, single day.

Sooo...can this count as blogging for Jan 1?

The simplest solution.

The laundry. The laundry is absolutely astounding when you're washing for nine people.

I have been at my wit's end with a laundry pile that often reaches three feet high, baskets of clean laundry that I can't navigate and clothes that never get put away.

Until now.

I belong to a Catholic Large Family board on facebook and the question of laundry comes up constantly. Several people mentioned that every family member has their own basket and loads are only done when that basket is full. I liked that idea, but my people are small and they often run out of clothes in their closet before the load in the basket is big enough to run, what with their clothes being small. So I worked it out and decided to do this:

6ft table, eight baskets:

Andrew/laura
Household linens
Kitchen and dining
Lucy
Molly
Claire
Boys
Nina/Lilly

Under the table are two large baskets. Dirty clothes go there. When I have enough to run a load (like I ever have to wait), I wash and dry the load and sort into the baskets. Because I went with small, handled baskets, the girls can carry their clothes to their drawers and put them away without a problem.

The kitchen and dining basket is a HUGE lifesaver, because rooting through loads of laundry to find dish towels and napkins is enough to make a woman batty.

I am happy to report that the 3 ft pile hasn't been seen in over a week. It's pretty much a flawless system, and I'm running three loads a day without breaking a sweat.

I have arrived.