Like Ships in the Night

That's what Geoff and I have been this past week. He's had events on evenings when I was free. And I've been booked when he was free. I've come home exhausted and gone to bed while he stays up working. Which then means I leave before he is awake.

And I gotta say, it's tough. It puts a strain on things. On us. We shot a wedding this weekend (which was very cool and kind of unconventional, which I loved), but it made for a long day. And then we had about half of Sunday together before I headed out to a birthday party. And there went our weekend.

We don't like it. And on top of everything else, it makes me not want to blog. And then I get blog guilt. And feel...listless. I want to be blogging all kinds of cool things, including this wedding we shot this weekend. I want to be working on our blog book, which I started three months ago and haven't touched since. But I don't have it in me. I had to work on three things at once at work yesterday and even though that is fairly normal workload from Sept-May, yesterday it caused a meltdown. And I couldn't hack it. I watched my co-workers gently take things off my plate and kind of steer clear, as if I were a crazy person. Which sometimes I am.

I'm hoping this week will be better.

If our life is like this now, in the summer, when my job is a little slow, how will I possibly ever get anything done when we have kids? Sweet Lord, give me strength. And more hours in the day. And 14 hands. Or maybe just 2 go-go gadget super fast & productive hands, 'cause actually having 14 hands might not really be the look I'm going for.

This is picture of Butch, a dog who lives part time in our neighborhood. This photo is a year old, and he is a grown up now, but it makes me happy. Even though he is completely unrelated to this post. I don't even care. So here he is to make me smile.